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In case I change my avatar to something that isn't a cyborg (which is actually pretty unlikely because I'm amazing), here's what it was when I started writing this:


Lieutenant Commander Data let out a small sigh of relief, relaxing into the solid embrace of her metal framework. The mission was finally over and she could recharge her depleted power sources for the first time in several months.
Plugging an assortment of cables and drainage tubes into herself, she finally closed the lid to the sleep coffin with a snap. The almost-complete darkness in the little environment circulated about her like a pleasant breeze, the soft whirrings and occasional bleeps coming from her maintenance unit a lullaby sung in binary. She would probably be promoted, she reflected, for her recent performance - maybe an upgrade to her hydraulics or an extra stabbing limb, she'd like that. Thoughts swirled slightly, rearranging themselves into an atmosphere conducive to sleep, until she heard the faint scrabbling noise coming from beneath her.
Her limbs powered up. The battle programs were already running.

Enemy: Grunnies
AC: 10
HP: 40

Rolled AC: 15
Rolled damage: 12

Attack successful.

Remaining enemy HP: 28

Remaining daily attacks: 0
With the reflex speeds only a cyborg can achieve, she grabbed the small green animal by the scruff of its neck and stared at it. The information she was getting from the scan relayed simultaneously to Captain TheThird Grey and the general databanks, in case such an encounter had been previously documented, but nothing seemed to be correlating in the latter case.
We want it alive, said the Captain after a minute or so of data silence in which the animal was stupid enough to try to bite her hand, but subdued.
-Aye, Sir.
The maintenance unit had several types of sedative available, and there were always a few syringes available in a sleep coffin for quick administration of nanobots. It was very simple to fill one of those from one of her own drainage/medication tubes.
The green animal squeaked in pain as she injected it, but otherwise didn't react.

Enemy: Grunnies
AC: 10
HP: 19

Rolled AC: 8
Rolled damage: 15

Attack unsuccessful.

Remaining enemy HP: 19

Remaining daily attacks: 0
The animal went limp as the sedative quickly took effect. Lieutenant Commander Data placed it aside and began the process of methodically unplugging the array of tubes and wires required for a cyborg to function. Once this was done and the maintenance unit stopped flashing warnings at her retinas, she prised open her coffin's lid in a cloud of nitrogen and stepped out onto the familiar deckway of the Atreides.
Row upon row of identical metal boxes surrounded her: each a soldier, separated from the rest of a crowd by a few centimetres of steel. Her breath clouded on the air, disturbing its stillness. Nothing else stirred.
The animal was where she had left it. Lieutenant Commander Data picked it up and proceeded towards Exit C, the closest to the biolabs. It would be interesting to see what the surgeons and scientists could make of its flesh, what augmentations they could perform. Its limited brain would probably lend itself well to pre-programming.
She held it closer to her scanning eye, noticing smaller details now: the sharpness of its teeth, the strength of the small muscles beneath its green fur. It looked as though it had already been engineered in some way for battle.
As if to prove this, the creature flicked into consciousness (which shouldn't be possible, given the amount of sedative she'd used) and sprang at her, sinking its teeth into the dead flesh around her scanning eye.

Enemy: Grunnies
AC: 10
HP: 19

Rolled AC: 14
Rolled damage: 3

Attack successful.

Remaining enemy HP: 16

Remaining daily attacks: 0

and again

Attacks remaining: 0

sad

attacks remaining: 0

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