Board Thread:Middle Earth Rp Board/@comment-26084195-20150728142603/@comment-26084195-20150730073453

A couple of things. One: your power armor would really just be an extra-mobile suit of armor. True and proper power armor is out of the reach of the UCM. Two: No to the lightsaber. However, a good substitute would be a vibro-blade, which is a sword with a serrated edge that vibrates rapidly. That's the closest anyone besides the Shaltari can get. Three: No force powers. Tesla blaster coils are OK, but not from thin air. And no telekinesis, nobody has that kind of tech at that scale. Finally, four: a PHR cyborg has never engaged in a contest of wits with a regular Meta. The only time the two have met to just talk is when they first tried to make diplomatic overtures.

The two soldiers pointing their guns at you seemed to stop and consider for a moment, before smiling and lowering their weapons.

"All right. Not bad, come on, the under-city's this way." The two began walking off through the streets.

Alwis's Raven drop ship touched down alongside Foley's "Hellhog". It was a small, easily-missed helipad, with a small, easily-missed door leading into the mountain. From here, Foley led you through the base toward the ops center. Along the way, you got a pretty good look at the base. It looked like military meets college fraternity. These guys like to party.

Eventually you arrive at the ops center, and it isn't much. Foley sits down in a chair. "Well my good man. What's mine is yours. Except the alcohol cabinet, that's my use only. Now, Eru knows I've got lots of questions for you, but since you're my guest I'll let you ask first."