Ok so I guess the PBCSS it is.
You fill in the missing information that your boss seems to have been incredibly worked up about, even though it really isn't that much. You sigh and go back to your desk, and continue your mediocre job.
SYSTEM STATUS: STASIS, GREEN
"Yo, wake up."
SYSTEM STATUS: INITIALIZING, GREEN
"Come on, piece of stuff. Wake up already."
SYSTEM STATUS: ONLINE, GREEN
"There we go, alright. Hey, we're nearing the drop zone. Here's your stuff." the man in front of you wears standard crew jump suit and sealed helmet, an oxygen tank rests on his back, held up by straps around his shoulders.
He reaches behind him, handing you a PBCSS. You examine it, your system identifies it immediately. Instinctively, you reach forward, your mechanical fingers wrapping around the weapon. He begins stuffing multiple pulse cartridges into your rig pouches. "HUMAN, PLEASE DEFINE TERM: stuff."
The man stops, looking up and shaking his head, continuing his work. "I forgot you're a new unit. What's your serial?"
"SERIAL NUMBER: 37125."
"Status?"
"STATUS: ONLINE, GREEN."
"Directive?"
"OBJECTIVE: ELIMINATE PIRACY IN SOVERUS TERRITORY."
"Target?"
"TARGET: FIDGEN, KARL J. ELIMINATE WITH EXTREME PREJUDICE."
"Equipment?"
"EQUIPMENT: UNDEFINED."
"What?"
"EQUIPMENT: UNDEFINED."
A message pops up in the top left of your vision, notifying you that your mission file has been updated.
"Equipment?" the man asks again, a much more confused tone.
"EQUIPMENT: PLASMA BASED COMPACT SNIPER SYSTEM, EIGHT PULSE CARTRIDGES. STANDARD AMMUNITION AND ARMOR CARRIER VEST. STANDARD SPECACT DRONE OPTICAL UNIT. STANDARD SPECACT DRONE SATLINK UNIT."
"Yeah, that's what I thought. Alright, you're all good to go. Get ready to drop."
"ACKNOWLEDGED." You take two steps out into the bay, the servo motors in your knees whining as they come to life for only the third time since your creation.
"Initiate drop procedure."
"ACKNOWLEDGED." You immediately order your systems to start up the inertia dampeners. You begin to approach the bay door, which proceeds to open.
"Begin Operation: Jolly Roger."
Upon receiving the command, you begin to sprint toward the now open bay door, leaping out into the dark void of space, the bright glow of a planet reflects off of your pristine armor. Slowly, gravity begins to take effect as you begin your free fall to the surface, the atmosphere consumes you in a ball of fiery warmth, your armor and equipment specially modified to resist the high temperature.
You can begin to make out significant features in the terrain, land marks and climate quickly becomes apparent. You appear to be approaching a large plane, blanketed in snow and ice, with mountains forming not far in the distance. Below you, a few miles to the left but what seems like only a few meters is a village, with smoke billowing high above from its chimneys. The layer of material over your equipment begins to burn away after prolonged exposure to the heat, and fins automatically sprout from the device on your back, acting as a sort of parachute that remains solid. Your body flattens out as you slowly lose speed and the bright red light circling you begins to fade, you begin to glide at a much lesser speed toward the ground, before eventually landing, sending a plume of snow particles into the air which quickly blends with the already falling snow. Steam rises from the ground from where the cold meets the heated metal of your body. Cracking noises can be heard, as the metal cools in the cold, cold temperature.
What now?
