Oh, the tools have definitely been used on a number of corpses. Quite a number, really.
"I bet it belonged to some sort of IT nerd," Spinister natters on, oblivious to Tarn's annoyance, setting the tools out neatly by order of use. "It looks like the kind of place Fulcrum would like!"
Fortunately, he trails off into speculative mumbles and eventual silence as he starts working.
First order of business was getting the armor off; not a terribly difficult affair since Tarn's armor was actually built to be easy to navigate. He places the thick plating onto the floor, moves onto the protective dust cover, cuts away the burnt bits and further revealing some of the delicate machinery underneath.
The shot hadn't severed any of the nearby fuel lines, but there was coolant all over the place, coloring the dark mass of cabling a reddish tinge. He starts working on plucking pieces of the biolight glass, debris and pieces of the bullet out.
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"I bet it belonged to some sort of IT nerd," Spinister natters on, oblivious to Tarn's annoyance, setting the tools out neatly by order of use. "It looks like the kind of place Fulcrum would like!"
Fortunately, he trails off into speculative mumbles and eventual silence as he starts working.
First order of business was getting the armor off; not a terribly difficult affair since Tarn's armor was actually built to be easy to navigate. He places the thick plating onto the floor, moves onto the protective dust cover, cuts away the burnt bits and further revealing some of the delicate machinery underneath.
The shot hadn't severed any of the nearby fuel lines, but there was coolant all over the place, coloring the dark mass of cabling a reddish tinge. He starts working on plucking pieces of the biolight glass, debris and pieces of the bullet out.