Hmmm... maybe I'll just remove any reference to any hardware being responsible. It seems the less complicated solution, especially since it's a natural issue anyway.
Upgrades would probably be simple stuff... better feedback, better battery life, and maybe a small space to store a Leatherman. Little useful tricks like that, rather than anything big and austentatious, or complex to control. Ford sees her Cybernetics as a tool, rather than a lifestyle choice.
And, more story. Prices are a bit off-the cuff, anyone got a better suggestion? The scene after this one introduces someone new... . I wonder if anyone can guess who... and what they are.
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Upgrades would probably be simple stuff... better feedback, better battery life, and maybe a small space to store a Leatherman. Little useful tricks like that, rather than anything big and austentatious, or complex to control. Ford sees her Cybernetics as a tool, rather than a lifestyle choice.
And, more story. Prices are a bit off-the cuff, anyone got a better suggestion? The scene after this one introduces someone new... . I wonder if anyone can guess who... and what they are.
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Sato’s office was strangely strange, yet oddly normal. Cally couldn’t really think of a better way to describe it. It certainly reminded her of any number of Sensh offices she’d seen... was that a Furby on the table?..... But it also lacked a certain something and it wasn’t something she could put her finger on.
Maybe it was colour.... maybe it was just a bad aura in the handwavium. It made her far more uncomfortable than she ever expected to be.
Teela had been just following Cally around, trying to keep close to her. Most people seem to not even notice her, except the few that smiled at her in a way Teela didn’t really liked at all. Even the few other catgirls she had seen had a strange look in their eyes. They tended to focus on the collar.
Naoko herself was seated behind her desk, her body language announcing to all that she was the one in charge.
“So,” Sato said, checking her monitor. “I can get you 39 kilogrammes, within 3 days. That should be long enough to fix your truck.”
Cally nodded. Three days should be enough to get what they want and get clear out of there. “How much?”
“Since it is a rush, it will be more expensive. Hmmm...” she made a show of thinking about it “About 70k, Australian.”
Cally winced. It wasn’t an act. “Shit... what I had in the truck was about 50, tops.“
“We can work out the details later,” Sato assured her.
“You don’t mind if I pay, when I get paid for this job?” Cally asked, with mild touch of hope in her voice. “I don’t have 70 grand on me right now,”
“Hmmm.....” Sato made a show of considering. She smiled. “20 percent a week sounds fair. I may be Senshi, but that does not mean I am a charity.”
“Bloodsucker,” Cally snarled through gritted teeth. But, she had to remember that she didn’t really have a choice but to accept. Deep breath. Look reluctant... it’s not like she actually had to pay her. “Alright,” she relented, exhaling a resigned breath. “I’ll have your money within a week from when I leave,”
Sato nodded her approval, “Good. I’ll throw in the spare parts for your truck for free.”
“Thanks,” Cally forced a forced smile.
“I’ll have someone show you and your pet....” Teela scowled. “.... to your quarters. Enjoy your stay.”
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