Psycho Squad

Trash Collectors

So, been a bit busy, not too surprising really. I should try to update this more often.

So, like most people, we have a job that isn’t very glamorous. But it’s an important job, and it gets us room and board. More importantly, it helps support our society. We’re… trash collectors.

Well, that’s not quite right, but close enough. Like I said in my last post, we were just out on our way to our first mission. Turns out our mission was to go and collect electronic components that have rare earth minerals in them that New Hope needs, but cannot make or mine. So, we get sent out into the ruins of the world, and we collect up bags of electronics. Not just any old thing either, we have a list of parts and materials to collect.

Well, our first mission was pretty much a disaster. Apparently, we walked right past a place called an Apple Store without going in. It turns out that Apple Stores didn’t sell produce. They sold computers. That would have saved us a lot of time and problems if we’d realized it at the time.

Well, we wondered around some city, I have no idea where. We had no tools, so we had to scrounge for stuff. And apparently, there were still a few people left in the post apocalyptic wastelands. We thought we’d seen someone, but weren’t sure, and we couldn’t find them. Thinking that maybe there were more then just one person, I yelled out that we didn’t mean them any harm, and that we were just there to collect some stuff, and go home.

Well, they took that to mean that we had stuff that might be useful to them. And they attacked us later, in force. Opal and Khan did fine for themselves. I turned into a brick, and didn’t get hurt at all. But unfortunately, our resident Goddess had slipped away from the rest of us to go take a nap. I “bricked out” and went to find her, as the others slipped away from our attackers. Once I found Bastet, I explained what was going on, and we went to get back to the others. Um… it turns out that our super nifty watches don’t work while we’re in other forms, and I was a brick, while Bastet was in her lion form. So we didn’t have a way to communicate with the others. Probably, one of us should have transformed back into our human form, but it didn’t occur to us at the time. We’re kinda new at all of this.

So, we did manage to sort of find the others, but they were on the other side of a hotel lobby from us, and the lobby was filled with a dozen angry, armed men. I explained several times to them that we meant them no harm, and that our bags of electronic goods were useless to them, but they wouldn’t believe me, and they attacked.

Well, as I said, I was fine, and so was Khan and Opel. Bastet took a nasty beating though, and got knocked unconscious. We defeated our attackers though. Then we headed to a room, and activated the call to be brought back home. Bastet’s fine. Between the autodoc and the Transmedic, she’s up and just fine now.

I’ve spent the last week learning all about weight training and eating right. I have to face facts: I’m a wimp. I need to do a better job of pulling my weight when I’m a human, so I’ve been working on that. The Scottish Giant’s been helping me with that. Unfortunately, I haven’t been able to talk him into wearing underwear while he helps me work out, or wearing something other than a kilt, so doing bench presses is a particularly odious exercise.

I asked the Transmedic whether he prefers male or female pronouns. He responded, “Whatever you like honey.”

I’m still traumatized from that. Ew… I don’t think I’ve ever felt as objectified ever before. I don’t think I like him much. Oh, I’ve decided to call him a him, since that’s how he presents (despite the dresses), and he doesn’t seem to try to act feminine at all, as far as I can tell. Also, I don’t like how he smokes when he’s in there doing surgery. That doesn’t seem right.

Well, we got our first real assignment. This one we’ll actually get paid for. Things… haven’t gone so well on this one so far. But I’ll wait to write about that one later. I’ll try to update again in just a day or two, assuming that we don’t blow ourselves up or something.




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