Chapter 481 - Far Future Ch. 191 – Talking with a Baby God (1/2)
”No shit?” She was vaguely impressed. ”Well, that sounds fairly ominous...”
”Here's our racial advancement template.” I activated the Band she'd slipped on her wrist in imitation of my own, the holo came up, and she scanned it quickly, eyebrows rising quickly.
”That is so damn bloody overpowered. Six times Karma...” She shook her head despite herself. ”Do we wear big red S's on our chests, too?”
”Hope's Curseline does.” She rolled her eyes, and grinned despite herself. ”Diana prefers the eagle WW.” I pointed at the chart. ”You need to get to Rantha Six and your Regeneration as quickly as possible. It's kind of a real priority for us, not having to fear being blown apart by a stray tank round and stuff.”
”That sounds like a remarkably good idea,” she said agreeably. She looked around pointedly, then at the Band on her wrist as we entered the rest of the living area. Two other teenaged Ranthas in different outfits, hair, and faces looked up, and waved at her. She blinked and waved back.
”So, techworld?” I nodded. ”Erm, what kind?”
”I would love to say Star Wars or Trekkie, but we got the shit end of the spectrum.”
She wrinkled her nose. ”Grimdark? Ugh.”
”Our mission is to clean up the galaxy and tear down the Warp Gods.”
”Well, we've definitely got something to occupy our time then,” she accepted without batting an eye. ”Uh, just how many of us are there?”
”We're closing in on a hundred thousand.”
She almost stopped in place. ”Uh, a hundred thousand of us? With that Stat line? Are you serious?”
”Totally. Several thousand are Tens already, and the vast majority are beyond Six. Only the noobs less than a year old aren't at Six.”
She nodded. ”Okay, understood. You have a decent spot for rapid Karma?”
”Yes, and you'll have sisters and Briggs Brothers around to help you Level. You can start taking some risks after you hit Six, but be careful before then.”
”Got it.” She thought about it a minute, and if her eyes got a little excited at the mention of Briggs, I didn't notice, truly. ”Anything else that I should be aware of?”
”We'll have to test it, but I'm pretty sure that you've got a Knowledge/Lore Talent for technology that will have your sister eggheads hissing in jealous fits.”
”Seriously?” She wrinkled her nose. We were all action junkies, so finding out your Secondary Talent was not one that made you a combat god was low on the enthusiasm scale.
”Yes, but there's no need to focus on it until you reach Rantha/10. You're going to need ALL the Stat boosts. Your Expert Ranks should basically be reserved for Tech Skills. Other than that, go nuts. Pilot and Mecha-driver are probably suitable, you'll need them for design help,” I noted, and her eyes lit up at the thought of piloting a giant robot, or an X-Wing.
”How fast?” she had to ask.
”For you...” I looked up at the sky. ”Don't go Deep. You need to reach Ten and fast. You're not going to have time to indulge in all the side stuff. Your Rantha Levels give you tons of crap all by themselves, and are soooo pricey. You can side-dip, but if it slows you down reaching Ten, don't.”
”Damn.” She considered the implications of that. ”So, Expert and Melee straight to Ten? Buying the side Classes with full Karma?”
”You're going to be too busy to indulge much. That said, you need to get to Ten, get your Curseline set up, and the galaxy will be yours to explore!”
Her smile grew wider. ”We really do think alike. Er, do I call you Sama? Feels kind of weird?”
”Everybody just calls me Mom, although there's actually no genetic ties between us.”
”Right, Hag Curse. Mom.” She laughed under her breath.
”Also, I'm an Exemplar Lite, and you're an Advanced Hag. Enjoy the +4 to all Stats, your kids will only be natural Atlanteans with +2.”
”Ex Lite?” She sucked in a breath, looking at me. ”So jealous!”
”Meh, your Talent still means you are better with tech. I'll just be better at everything else, and I heal faster.” I made a brush-off gesture. ”The racial bonuses are the huge things.”
”Right. What about Marks?”