Re: Mentat Mecha
He wants you to bring the food and fire to him, but he consents to going out to the craft. Once there, you do find something that can pass for clothes, a blanket that becomes a kilt.
He wears it with style.
"Reminds me of the time I fought with Wallace. I had a claymore, beautiful thing. Unfortunately, I broke it in the skull of an English knight, and then the man's buddy came up and gutted me. That was a couple worlds back."
He leans back, and takes another bite as Carmine gawks at him.
"Mentat, we were never great friends. I mean, we weren't enemies either. We got along when we bumped into each other. But here, I really need your help. The locals in this universe were breaking out into space, and then a bunch of rapacious aliens showed up and KE'd their civ. They would have finished the job too, but Mars had a huge collection of terraforming robots I was able to reprogram into battle bots. They mostly keep the aliens out of the Inner system. But any time anyone gets a bit ahead, the aliens make a serious effort, and punch a raid through. Right now, its a Mexican standoff. Thing is, before the collapse...which was oh, three hundred years ago...spent a lot of time on the ice...I wonder if I get to count that as age....in that case, I'd be five hundred years old, anyways....I had built me a Mecha to explore the Outer system, and operate in Jupiter's atmosphere. Thing is, I wanted to run it, but I'm just too old. Got versed out on my seventy-ninth birthday. I can't run a Mecha even if I am immortal. My body's too frail to withstand the nine g's of gravity getting to orbit is going to take. So...I waited...until you or someone like you showed up. I mean, much as I loved that claymore, I really should have been using a rapier. So now I have a Mecha, hopefully a pilot and mechanic, and some nasty aliens who think that humans would be better extinct which is I think their goal."
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