[X]Powered armour, designed to be fitted with explosive armour. Huh, the best offence is a good defence?
[X]Reverse Engineering Roll: 15 - Humans can reverse-engineer your technology with Tinker assistance.
[X]Black Box Roll: Nat 6 - You can translate the alien languages associated with your technology into perfect English
[X]Mental Changes: 85 - No Changes.
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Powered Armour designs flow through your head, many of them complicated and resource-intensive, but the thought exercises help you practice your control over your powers as you are given check-ups, before you are finally released from the hospital.
Your parents and younger siblings came to visit you, having made the trip down from New York City, and you are reminded about your home life before you left. Dad is...uncertain about how to express whatever sympathy and your Mother, ever the drama queen, is promising legal action against the Blake family, but you manage to convince her not to waste the money. Your younger sisters and brother are a welcome sight.
You keep silent about getting powers, well-honed instincts telling you that revealing this would be a very bad idea. So you smile, tell jokes to keep them happy and smiling, before telling them your side of the story, not leaving out the details of you smashing Donovan Blake in the face with a baseball bat, as well as telling them that Lee Clarke is actually a lying meanie who took all the credit, but it's a secret, so keep quiet okay?
Eventually visiting hours end and Dad takes the kids out to the car, but Mom stays behind, before she suddenly hugs you, "Oh my darling little Eagle. You must be so bored in this place."
"It's not so bad, at least I get a break from homework and assignments." You try to play it cool, but the expression on Mom's face makes you cringe, "Okay, yeah, this has all been..." You sigh, "Fuck, that was the worst day of my life Mom, I thought I was going to die in that hallway. And now, I get passed off as the damsel in distress while that asshole takes the credit when he wasn't even conscious?" Your fist clenches, "It's a fucking disgrace."
Mom nods, "I know, but I know you. You are intelligent and driven. Nothing stops you from getting what you want, and from finding the answers you seek. And you want answers, don't you?"
You stare at her, before you feeling tears come to your eyes and ruthlessly scrub them away, "Fuck, yes! I want to know why he did it! I want to know why this happened to me! I want to know the truth!"
Mom stares at you calmly, before nodding, "Then go and seek the truth." You meet her eyes in surprise, and she smiles, "You would do so anyway. We have paid your medical bills and added a little extra to your bank account. Go, and find out why this happened to you."
"I will." You promise coldly, "I will find out the truth."
And then, you whisper hatefully as cold fire burns in you, you will make Lee Clarke regret his existence. In your mind, flickers of technology appear in your eyes, and you lean back with a smile.
It takes another day before you are finally released from the hospital. During that time, you find that Lee Clarke has all but guaranteed his graduation with honours for his 'brilliant and ground-breaking work', work that you did all the heavy lifting for while he pawed it like the dumb animal he was. No, animals and indeed any life would be insulted by the comparison. You know however, that while he may be eventually found out, no-one will find out the truth.
You catch a cab home and arrive at your apartment, fishing for your keys as you check your mailbox. You find a single letter and your lip curls at seeing that it's from Lee Clarke.
Tearing it open, you begin reading it.
Hey there Alice,
Oh fuck you.
I'm just writing this letter to thank you for your contribution to my success. Too bad you couldn't hand in your project.
I will make you die slowly, you coldly snarl to yourself. There will be stories about your suffering. Legends.
You skip over several paragraphs of self-aggrandising garbage before you read the one line that causes you to freeze, sucking in a hateful breath.
Don't worry, I'll make sure to put the Scholarship position your were aiming for, to very good use.
Regards,
Lee Clarke.
P.S. Booyah, bitch
Calmly folding up the piece of paper and placing it in your pocket, you head up to your apartment.
Thankfully, your landlord is the sympathetic type and waives the overdue rent since you've always been able to pay on time. That helps improve your mood as you step inside.
The place is thankfully untouched, though a quick check of the fridge tells you that you'll need to go shopping soon. Sighing to yourself, you grab some cup ramen and fill the kettle before setting it on the stove to boil.
Sitting down on the couch, you turn on the television and see if there's anything good on.
The news item that plays only serves to remind you of what you lost.
"And in science news today, Lee Clarke, the genius who discovered the Clarke Particle, may be nominated for a Nobel Prize as scientists continue to find exciting new possibilities for this particle..."
You turn off the television, mind snarling with hate and rage even as your face remains calm. Looking around, you begin to see the possibilities surrounding you with every piece of technology surrounding you.
Why not? You only need your computer, you have a portable stove that you've made some rather good meals on, and you have a spare TV in case this one got stolen.
You come to decision.
[]Take apart everything and make something. (Write In)
[]Get some sleep, you can experiment tomorrow on the weekend.
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