They what?! [ The suggestion is just so stupid that Noctis is sure for a second that he's hearing things, or that IGNIS is making a bad joke. But no, that's what IGNIS said, and IGNIS wouldn't do something like play a trick on him right now. He shakes his head violently, rejecting even the thought of trying to keep the thing alive. ] Fuck that.
[ If he tries, he's pretty sure it'll be at his own expense, and he may be getting a paycheck from Weyland-Yutani, but he sure as hell isn't going to die for them. Communications is only a little out of the way, it'll be quick enough to duck in and... well, he probably shouldn't break the whole comm array, but do something to keep Wey-Yu from trying to send IGNIS any orders. Checking to see if IGNIS can break its own programming, particularly if the answer is no, isn't something Noct wants to mess with on top of the lethal alien monster problem today.
With that in mind, he ducks into the armory, swipes in his code, and purses his lips as he stares at the vast array of weaponry in the arms locker that swings open for him. Right. What's going to maybe kill a creature that incubated itself in Fortis and looks like some kind of cross between a giant bug and Noct's worst nightmare?
Speaking of... ]
Why do they even want it? It's already killed most of the crew!
[ Everyone except him, he thinks, because by now the rest on the derelict are write offs. The thought has him banging his fist against the locker, wincing as much at the impact as the loud noise. Hopefully the thing doesn't have super hearing to be drawn to the sound. There's nothing he can do now if it does, though, so he goes back to digging through the weapons, pulling out one after another, intent on providing himself with as much of an arsenal as he can. Screw regulations, and screw Weyland-Yutani. ]
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[ If he tries, he's pretty sure it'll be at his own expense, and he may be getting a paycheck from Weyland-Yutani, but he sure as hell isn't going to die for them. Communications is only a little out of the way, it'll be quick enough to duck in and... well, he probably shouldn't break the whole comm array, but do something to keep Wey-Yu from trying to send IGNIS any orders. Checking to see if IGNIS can break its own programming, particularly if the answer is no, isn't something Noct wants to mess with on top of the lethal alien monster problem today.
With that in mind, he ducks into the armory, swipes in his code, and purses his lips as he stares at the vast array of weaponry in the arms locker that swings open for him. Right. What's going to maybe kill a creature that incubated itself in Fortis and looks like some kind of cross between a giant bug and Noct's worst nightmare?
Speaking of... ]
Why do they even want it? It's already killed most of the crew!
[ Everyone except him, he thinks, because by now the rest on the derelict are write offs. The thought has him banging his fist against the locker, wincing as much at the impact as the loud noise. Hopefully the thing doesn't have super hearing to be drawn to the sound. There's nothing he can do now if it does, though, so he goes back to digging through the weapons, pulling out one after another, intent on providing himself with as much of an arsenal as he can. Screw regulations, and screw Weyland-Yutani. ]