Greg the Priest of Mars (Worm x 40k)

Tammi frowns slightly before looking around. "Well, I would say have fun but this is the PRT." She walks away and reaches the door part of you wants to go after her, but you bite your lip the small pain focusing you on your goals. You pull out your phone and scroll through some general threads it seemed that one about the guy who sold powers in Russia got closed down after he was revealed to be a scam. They always are.. or a master. You stretch slightly as you hear the desk call your name.

You roll over and look up to a thin-faced man standing in the black suit of the PRT office worker. "I am agent Donnely please follow me." He doesn't leave room to argue so you quietly follow along your mind dancing as you go deeper into the building the cameras and turrets whispering though you don't quite catch most of it, it does seem that the cameras are gossiping which is a strange thought, do they have personalities, is it only when you are around? You are brought to a room and move to the far side of the table you can hear the recording equipment on the other side of the one-way mirror, though they speak as if they are inactive so you don't think you are being recorded right now.

"So what are you here for." You take a deep breath setting your phone down on the table and slowly dump out your bag. The tools complain about being jostled and you smile up at the agent.

"I am a cape." You watch as his tight frown grows deeper and then he reaches down pressing a button you can't see. Whatever he pressed whispers about code yellow 5 though the meaning of that is lost to you probably an alert to his higherups.

"I see... I take it you are a tinker?" You nod and pull up the plasma cutter, you turn it on and it complains but dutifully ignites the blue light dancing between the electrodes as the capacitor that had been building up a charge starts to drain. "Hmmm..." He looks over the cutter and you can hear the whispers in the other room change the machines begin to talk to each other about what's happening in this room. "Then you wish to be a Ward." This time you nod slowly.

"Then I will..." You flinch your hands coming up to your ears as you hear screaming a hundred voices broken and alien speaking half in English half in a language that it hurts your mind to dwell on. You bite your tongue to hold in a scream as the voices draw nearer you can distantly hear Donnely yelling but it is drowned out by the discord. You can feel something warm dribble down the side of your face your eyes water and you can hear a door open the voices are so loud now. You can't stop screaming and slowly you feel darkness on the edge of your vision.

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You wake up on a comfortable bed hearing people speak in the distance the alien voices are still there but you try to ignore them. Listen to the human voices. "I am sorry Deputy Director, I don't know why the kid started seeing it was only after Armsmaster entered the observation room... No, we don't have enough of a baseline to run an M/S screen even if he was awake. Yes... Armsmaster says the tools are tinker tech, not the phone that's mundane. Yes we can have a normal tinker test ready, he seems underage we would need to get his guardians' permission to keep... oh, well then... possible hazard? We can keep him on-site... understood..." You can only hear half the conversation the agent is standing outside the door to the small room where you are tied to a bed the thick straps stopping you from moving and a wooden bar in your mouth preventing you from speaking. You still hear the alien voices.

You wiggle trying to get out of the bonds and hear Donnelly stop talking and press a button. Armsmaster comes in after him and you flinch the voices loud even as you try to push them from your mind. The man leaves after a quick talk that you can't hear over the alien whispers. You calm down as the leader of the local protectorate leaves. Your head still aches from the screaming whispers. The agent slowly undoes your gag. "Do you know what happened?"

"I have a second power I can talk to machines... but..." You remember some of the alien words that Armsmaster's gear spoke. You try to say it but it hurts the human body wasn't made to make that sound. The agent flinches. "Sorry they spoke like that but more... it was so loud." The agent nods at takes a note.

"For now we will keep you away from tinker tech beyond your own, though if you do become a Ward it is likely you will have to deal with it." You nod as he undoes your straps. "For now we are keeping you on base for 48 hours to make sure there are no lingering effects, and that this wasn't an attack against you or the PRT. We can get some testing done while you do that though." A nurse helps you into a wheelchair, it is strange and you can tell immediately it is not the one you rode in on.

You look around the base as you move you can hear the machines all around you speaking the alien voices of Armsmaster's gear growing quiet as you go deeper into the facility. To a large room filled with random junk. "The first test is simple, make whatever you feel like, though I must note that it does become the property of the PRT, though given that it is safe it is likely that you will be able to take it back. Right now the tools you came in with are regrettably in quarantine though they will be returned to you later." You nod and look over the table at the number of phones and gear. Your mind dances with ideas and you touch the metal in front of you.

You dance with them the alien words lost as you move your hands over the tools you have on offer the circuits being broken apart you slowly craft a tube from several pieces of metal moving the phones that work around you asking them to produce particular sounds that allow you to work with the metal in the center of the effect easier. You bend the tube around magnates wires a small batter cut open the lithium melted by the hotplate with a few modifications. You lose track of time as you melt metal and work with it slowly building something. You blink and look at the heavy thing, some kind of gun, looking like a pistol made for a giant the body is so much cruder than your images. You look at the barrel it has a smooth piece of metal and doesn't seem to have any place to fire from though it does have a trigger and a dial the machine whispers of pressure and death. You try to pick it up with one hand but struggle when you use both you can though the grip is awkward to use like this.

"Stop and put down the item if you are finished." You drop the weapon with a clang and a curse from the gun itself as you are reminded that you are in a lab being watched. That makes you blush and even as your mind draws vague ideas of parts and tools to help you wield the weapon you pull your wheelchair back. "Good job, we will have a specialist look over it, can you tell us what it is."

"Some sort of pressure gun I think..." Now that you built it the idea stays in your head not dancing away like normal when you focus on it. That's interesting. You are brought to a small room with plain white walls and a cot.

"Thank you for your cooperation, we will be coming back in the morning to speak with you about the wards. Have a good night." Then they leave and you look down at your hands... maybe PHO wasn't lying about the PRT being run by lizard men, the alien words feel like slime on your mind every time you try to think about them.

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What do you think about the alien words....
[ ] They are Abhorrent
You must shield your mind against them, and avoid listening to their corrupting influence.

[ ] They are Interesting
You must learn more even if it hurts, you are sure they can teach you something.

[ ] They are glorious
You need to hear them again, you have ideas on how to make it so you can speak that strange tongue.

You will have some time while being held by the PRT.
[ ]Meet the Wards
You can meet with the wards if you are going to be one, everyone will be wearing a mask but it will be fun.. you think.

[ ]Tinker
You can ask for more time in the Tinker room, everything you make belongs to the PRT but it will be interesting to get ideas and test them with no cost, you might even get your tools back soon.

[ ]Test the Whispers
Now that you have brought up the whispers the power testers want to do some test with it.

[ ]Meet Armsmaster
You think you can stop from going insane from his tools and you really want his autograph.

[ ]Try to Escape
You don't think you have the tools or skills to break out of the PRT, but you could try... they might not like it though.