Six Degrees of Freedom

"Well yeah, but you've got this giant freaking spaceship. I mean, the thing's basically a tank. You can probably take out more enemies by ramming them than with that lone laser."

"Idunno," thought Adrian. "Thing looks old. Wicked old, at that. Not sure how tough the armor is on it. If it's as tough as it looks, though... ramming might well work for ya."

Jake just paused as he looked back and forth between Emily and Adrian, an amusing smirk on his face.

"Ramming? Really? I mean, it does sound a bit impractical and dangerous as shit, but pretty damn awesome!"

"Hey give me the chance and Gilgamesh's funds Jake I could take that shuttle of yours and trick it out with some Blaster turrets," Silas stated with a slight laugh.

"As for ramming, if you want your shuttle to remain mostly in tact I'd advise against it."

"Eeeeeh, I'll pass for now, thanks. I'd rather get to know the thing inside and out before touching anything on it, y'know?"

"Hmmph. You were silly to think I'd foot the bill for such a project in the first place."

He slams his fist down on the table and stands.

"And where is that wine I ordered?!?"

As if in response, a waiter who looked like he'd seen far too much shit brought out a single goblet of wine.

"For you, sir," he hissed, before placing the wine in front of Gilgamesh and storming off.

"...Gonna ignore that," commented Adrian. "But yeah, Jake, your ship looks pretty rammy. It's even got speed down. Pretty sure in that race from before you outran Silas."

Marcia quietly observed the angry waiter serve the goblet to Gilgamesh and watched the waiter storm off. Guess the poor guy reached the end of his limit with Gilgamesh, huh? She continued to listen to the others talk since it would be rude for her to interrupt the current conversation.

Silas rolled his eyes at the outrage before he continued "Gilgamesh, if you can conjure gold. Imagine what you could fund."

"I have a lot of files and intricate knowledge of UCSF designs. Blasters, beam cannons, Mega Particle Beam cannons. You could outfit every fighter with amazing weapons and call yourself the leader of us all if you wanted."

"Okay, yeah, that's pretty damn tempting, I gotta admit." Jake remarked with a slight chuckle, before stopping to lightly glare at Silas with a "Jesus christ don't give him ideas" kind of look.

Silas caught on "But for now. I duppose your right. Matter doesn't come from nowhere so you probably have a limited supply. We'll work our way through."

"Hey, we get paid enough after this mission, we might get enough for some basic upgrades. Keep doing shit like this, and we'll be able to get to the center of the galaxy as part of a heavily armed armada of badasses."

Adrian leaned back, clearly happy with himself.

"Huh... Is this really our life now?" Jake asked, raising an eyebrow.

Emily shrugs. "I guess so. I'm cool with it, but that's only because everyone back home thinks I'm dead. I'm pretty sure at least one of you has family and friends to go back to."

"I do owe the UCSF because I did mess up a Subspace experiment and set that research back 10 years... but hey it'll be like a month until then," Silas shrugged.

"Speaking of that. I know none of you are Jovan... who'd like to see some Federation designs?"

Marcia looked at Silas with interest. Maybe she can learn more about his world that way.

"S-sure! I'd um like to s-see, I guess?"

Silas smiled and gestured that it would only take a moment, and he ran outside, before returning shortly back inside with a glass like tube with two high tech looking caps on the top and bottom.

"Holograms would help show this off better," He stated putting the projector down and plugging a tablet into it.

It glowed softly and in a instant several 3D images flashed before them before settling on a rotating logo, it appeared to be the planet Earth with a Badge and O'Neil Colony in front of it.

Silas grinned, "So, we got fighters, colonies, weapons, tanks, cars, and Motungs... which do you want to see first?"

It probably never even occured to him he didn't even ask the owners of the resturant if he could do that.

"Huh..."

Jake absentmindedly looked at Silas' impromptu light show, taking out a cigarette, only to stop mid-movement, glancing around the room, deciding to put the cigarette back into its pack, shoving his hands in his pockets as he turned to face Emily.

"Can't say I've imagined becoming a space hobo anytime soon. And, sure, I've got a couple friends and shit back home, but I got a phone to keep in contact, y'know? Sure, being there physically is a bit better, but hey." He paused, giving a quick glance in direction of the kitchens before continuing.

"Besides, Lucy's a pretty damn good boss, I'd miss not working with him at the club anymore."

Adrian seemed not at all concerned about his current predicament. "I'm an explorer by trade. I'm not a space hobo, because space is my home."

Marcia looks at the Holographic logo and gasps in awe. Was this part of the amazing technology found on Silas's word?! Marcia thought about it for a second.

"Let's um s-start with the Motungs", replies Marcia." T-this is um my first time h-hearing about them."

Marcia overheard the talk on space hobos. Despite being a Rank 1 monster, she still had access to basic necessities like good and water. Maybe, she'll have to get used to this new lifestyle. After all, being a hobo means you can see the new places, right?

Silas nodded and prompted up the info on Motungs, the Logo changed into two robotic humanoid figures, one smooth and curved, almost looking like a Knight! The other one was blocky and rather ulitarian looking.

"Motungs are a invention of the Jovan empire, they originally served as construction and Law enforcement, but one of the Royal Family members got the bright idea to use them for Warfare. The name is a abrieviation of Mobil Rustung, German for Mobile Armor. Currently they stand at around 22 feet or 7 meters tall."

The hologram focused on the Knight now, "The Jovan Knight series of Motung, technically speaking the first warfare ready Motung, Motungs now serve as a all rounder, a fighter than can be used on land if need be. But they are funnily enough still outpaced by Fighters or Tanks in the specifics, but are too useful not to have."

The hologram switched back to the block, "The Warthog series is a recent development by the UCSF, it's our answer to the Knight series, a easy to mass produce Motung that can work in almost any role needed, though the Federation also has something else."

The image changed to a White and Navy Blue Motung, it stood differently from the Warthog, it almost seemed heroic in a sense, "The Chimera, the result of multiple technologies coming together to form something better, advanced armor and shielding make it resistant to most attacks and it's standard weapon holds the power of a battleship in each blast."

Silas smiled, "Any questions?"

Marcia studied the Motung designs with amazement. Sometimes, she would get this nagging feeling that these Motung designs remind her of the various Machine caste members from her homeworld. She even oohed and ahhed at the Chimera Motung as she feels it is the cumulation of the hard work put into these Motung designs.

"Not at at a-all, Silas..."

Gil took a sip of his wine. His nostrils flared a bit in dissatisfaction then turned his attention to The Chimera.

"Hmm, an amusing toy I suppose. If you ask me it looks like an over-sized suit of armour."

Gil takes another sip, again giving the same dissatisfied expression.

"During my short tenure of independence on Earth I learned of the weapons humanity was developing in preparation of their own destruction. Barbaric things they are, yet effective in action. I remember one time coming face-to-face with one of your, what was it called again? F-15s?"

Silas let out a loud laugh, "In my time that's ancient. The F15s are a 20th Century Project, modern figthers outpace that in every way, hell a Mega Particle blast could probably tear through that flying chair of yours."

"As for the armor, the Chimera has been reported to be a force to be reckoned with."

"The hell's an F-15?" asked Adrian, from his rather comfy seat at his table.