“So where would you like to begin?” Nyx was borrowing Spooky again, it took a few seds for the little bear to waddle over and sit on the side of the trailer. “Between the points and the tokens you have plenty of options.”

  Sharron came over, freshly purchased meal in hand, and sat across from the bear. “Please, enlighten us, O great AI, on the various doodads Evelyn could buy today.” There was a not so subtle smirk growing across her face, she always seemed to enjoy Nyx’s hi-jinks.

  “Since Evelyn needs an exparansport capacity I’m making suggestions. Although she expressed i in expanding her forces I did not anticipate it happening so fast. In order to aodate her future forces something much rger may be required. If high mobility isn’t required a mobile base might be a good choice. If mobility is a priority a rigid frame airship or even a sky fortress might be a better option. All three would provide a stable foundation to mount that artillery piece.”

  I cocked my head to one side, “What the fuck is a sky fortress?”

  As soon as I asked I received a ping with the specifications, and pictures of, a massive aerial vehicle. Five hundred feet long, a hundred feet wide, and held aloft by a series of massive hines. It looked more like a massive flying warship, with a massive array of ons mounted underh it, than an aircraft.

  “Fancy! Evelyn afford something like that?” Sharron asked. She apparently had received the same data package.

  The bear shrugged, “She , although she would be hard pressed to fully arm it with her current budget.”

  “Well, as awesome as that thing is, I have no iion of blowing all my points on a single purchase right now. I’d rather trate on improving my troops rather than making frivolous purchases.”

  “That’s fair,” Sharron said, between bites of her meal, “So what are you looking for?”

  “I don’t know… something that carries bears. It doesn’t have to be fancy.”

  Nyx, via Spooky, sighed. “You want to be more specific? I knoort isn’t that exg, but I do need some dire. I could spend years reending catalogs, but I could seriously cut that time down if I knew what you wanted.”

  I shot the bot a look, “Fine, let me think for a minute.” I stared at the mass of bears milling about the area, trying to get my thoughts in order. It took a minute.

  “When I buy the Css II Matter Refiguration Maes I purchase a creation engine rge enough to replicate vehicles?”

  Sharron raised an eyebrow at the question, theh turowards the bear, expetly. “Yes, that’s possible. Expensive, but possible.”

  “What are the limits?” I asked.

  “That depends on yer devices require more points and require a signifitly rger area to set up. A typical mark II creation engine requires around two thousand six hundred points, a mark II industrial creation engine will set you back around four thousand two hundred. A mark II mass creation engine has a twenty five foot by twenty five foot area, and will set you back twenty six thousand points.”

  Sharron nearly spit out her food, “That's a lot of points”

  “Yeah, but if I don’t have to keep buying vehicles it’ll theoretically pay for itself in the long run.” I paused, “I assume there’s a vehicle or two that would work as a troop transport, that fits within those dimensions?”

  “There are a couple. Since you’re pnning on buying the blueprint I assume you don’t want something as simple as a truck.”

  “You know me so well,” I said with mock sweetness. “Something solid, preferably with a hine, with enough space for two or three squads of bears. I may use them to evacuate people if the situation es to it, so keep that in mind.”

  “Ummm… are you seriously sidering spending that many points on a creation engine, just to build vehicles you may or may not hat’s a huge amount of points.” Sharron asked.

  “I earned a lot of points for killing all those Antithesis while you guys were at the farms,” I replied. “And I’ve gotten a lot of use out of the Mark I engine already. It’s better to spend those points on something I’ll get a lot of use out of then a bunch of single use crap.”

  “If you say so.” Sharron shrugged. She didn’t seem fully vinced, but let the subject drop anyway. It seemed that eating was a higher priority than arguing.

  “I think I’ve found something that fits your requirements,” Nyx said, ohe versation died. “You could open an armored vehicle catalog and i in a Grizzly Light Armored Vehicle. Det armor, at least for a transport, and you could mount a fairly heavy on iurret. Ohousand five hundred.”

  “Wait,” I muttered as I did some quick calcutions in my head. “That’s more than I paid for my truck.”

  “True, but the truck is retively lightly armored, for a Samurai vehicle, while the LAV is bat rated.”

  I sighed, “Fine, I’ll buy one for now so I evaluate it. I worry about produ, blueprints and all that other shit ter.” I stretched out, “Right now my priority is getting bap and recharging my batteries. I need some serious sleep right now.”

  “I hear that,” Sharron stood up, throwing her food tainer into the nearby creation engine, “Let’s get this show on the road.”

  Purchased

  Css I Armored Vehicle Catalog - 100 points

  Grizzly LAV - 1500 points

  Points Remaining - 105,719

  There was a burst of light as the vehicle appeared before us. The front was made of a couple heavy armor ptes, one angled up and the led dowing in the middle to make almost a bill shaped front. The sides were slightly angled, and covered in armor pting, and the ehied on a set of eight heavy duty hihere was a b hatch at the back, and as soon as it opened a couple dozen bears pushed their way inside.

  “It's a little ugly,” I said looking over the vehicle, “thankfully the bears don’t care that much about aesthetics.”

  “I’ll make sure to fix that for the one, I have a few ideas.” Nyx said, opening the back door to the trud climbing in. “You said you wao get out of here, so I didn’t bother this time.”

  “That’s fih me, I just want to get out of here. We discuss Miss Moneybag's spending habits ter, after I sleep.” Sharron was already climbing into the passenger seat, her suit climbing into the trailer automatically.

  “I never, in a million years, expected someoo call me that,” I replied, climbing into the driver’s seat. “I kinda hate it.”

  Sharron just ughed in reply.