"We never got into specifics because I never sobered up and then the whole...thing happened- but whenever you want to talk about it? I'm here to listen. It seems like it kinda bugs you, some times, especially when the spy shit pops up on the network." Mostly he's been trying to give Mal a little space in that regard. The man's private for a reason.
"So...something a little more streamlined for stealth operations if you need it, with advanced sensors on the HUD for a tactical advantage. Your close quarters combat isn't that different from the training we got so I buffed up the amplifiers in the arms and shoulders to give you a little more clout, and doubled up on the armor plating around the torso since you're fond of explosives." He points out each feature as he brings it up, flicking the display over to full color. Navy blue with red trim, like the uniform. He turns so the Starfleet embalm on the side is visible too. "I think that's about it until we get the upgrades dada complied from sim testing before we try to go live. We are not fucking those up this time. We're doing it right."
Day 131 - evening - action
"So...something a little more streamlined for stealth operations if you need it, with advanced sensors on the HUD for a tactical advantage. Your close quarters combat isn't that different from the training we got so I buffed up the amplifiers in the arms and shoulders to give you a little more clout, and doubled up on the armor plating around the torso since you're fond of explosives." He points out each feature as he brings it up, flicking the display over to full color. Navy blue with red trim, like the uniform. He turns so the Starfleet embalm on the side is visible too. "I think that's about it until we get the upgrades dada complied from sim testing before we try to go live. We are not fucking those up this time. We're doing it right."
No Utah for Malcolm.
"Also, in the future? Jetpacks."