The factory isn't even patched up yet, but Rah'shid wants to get his new 'trophy' preserved.  He cuts off a part of a finger and sets it in a jar in the freezer for Pelayo, even sends him a text message saying he had something for him.  The factory reeks of preservatives.  Wearing a mask, he prepares a vat of a mixture of varrious chemicals and solutions.

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Int+crafts D6
2008-09-25 18:27:03 Rahshid rolls 6 dice to prepare mixture 7,4,1,2,5, 5 (failure)
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He adds what he can to the vat, and dips the arm in it.  Holding it in place with tongs for a few minutes, and with gloved hands he pokes it.  Not even the least bit effected.  He returns to his computer, researching a little more on the subject of preserving things.  He goes back to the vat, he adds a little more chemical solution to it before dipping in the arm.

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Int and crafts D7 from previous failure

2008-09-25 18:29:16 Rahshid rolls 6 dice to preserve arm (Diff 7) 2,6,4,5,9, 5 (1 success)
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A little harder, more preserved like.  The arm was turning a little bit greyish, and probably use a little more time baisting in the chemical juices.

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Int and Crafts D6
2008-09-25 18:32:32 Rahshid rolls 6 dice to preserve arm 7,2,10,7,6, 1 (3 successes)
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He lets the arm soak an hour, its color fairly faded, but it is a bit harder and more preserved.  He takes some wire and a round platter like board he found at the junk yard and attatches the arm to it.  Once on the board he mounts the arm on his office wall, and repairing his building while waiting for Pelayo to respond.

Pelayo responds with 'On my way' and will be walking through the door of the factory within twenty minutes.

Hes wearing a dark colored track suit over his usually malfunctioning nano-skin. He has the hood up as he comes in, to shield his grey, metallic skin and white eyes from people outside.

He cant help but notice the hole in the roof...

'What the fucks been going on here?'

Rah'shid glares at Pelayo with a grim face.

"Lets just say junior has been busy."

He walks Pelayo over to the fridge, where the finger had been placed in a jar.  He hands it to Pelayo, but under a condition.

"Look at this."

He shows Pelayo the picture he took of the beast.  "I am giving you this finger and showing you this picture under one condition. We are killing it. No studying, no surveying, killing it."

Pelayo, wide eyed nods to Rahshid, then seems to change his mind and shake his head.

'Can we autopsy it at least? This is some crazy shit, like, unrestrained mutation.'

Rah'shid nods to him, "As long as it is dead, and we dispose of it quickly afterwards, I don't care."

He hesitates for a moment, "It killed Yin, it tried to kill me too, but I caught it off gaurd.  We have to kill it, we don't have a choice or it will kill me, and I am pretty sure the rest of us are the main course."

'That could explain how it went from Butterball turkey to friggen... Shiva beast so quickly.'

Pelayo speculates. 'Maybe it mutates after it consumes DNA... Why would it go after Yin though?'

Pelayo looks up at the hole in the cieling, finally spotting the smaller holes from the bullets...

'You shot at it?'

Looking at the few bullet holes, he relizes how close he was to getting hit that night.

"No, the bullets came from outside.  Some gang or mobster, maybe even cops may have seen it."

He steps over to the mechanical arm that he attacked the creature with.

"This is what I hit it with.  It didn't look like it did anything to it either, it ripped its own arm off to be free."

Rah'shid realizes his mistake of mentioning the arm to Pelayo so soon. It was ment to be a trump card if an intruder attacked him, he would thus attack with the arm.

"No you can't have the arm, its my trophy now, I get to keep it."

"Oh..."  Rah'shid says a little aprehensively.  "One other thing, do you think you can clone me? Or make a look alike out of a maniquin, and rig it with explosives?"

'Hey all i want is that finger...' Pelayos white eyes seem to glow for a second with excitement.

'Its strange we havent seen any news about the thing being loose, i mean if cops shot at it... maybe your being tailed again.'

Pelayo suggests with a shrug. Hes grown semi-confident in his skin, or maybe hes just done so much running and hiding hes losing it.

'Cloning is possible, but we dont have anything close to the lab we would need. We could probably delop it if you have a few million dollars you want to invest. But to be honest nano-tech is my thing, not high end biology or genetics...'

Pelayo shrugs again, his eyes trailing up Rahshids office.

'So is the arm up there?'

Again Pelayo shrugs.

'I dont make clones or Robots, i make nano-bots and cut babies out of whoreish men like you.'

Pelayo stares at Rahshid a moment when he reveals his involvement with the teks. After all they went through to protect him when he first awakened Pelayo has every right to be a little upset.

'So you havent met up with anyone?' Pelayo asks pensively. Suddenly the idea of letting Rahshid into the newly recovered lab seems like a bad idea...

Rah'shid gives Pelayo a quick 'Yeah' before trying to get back onto his orignal topic, and wanting to adress the 'tail' he may have.

"It is possible that I am being 'tailed', but my name is in giant letters over the damn door, it isn't hard to find me. Hence why I ask about the cloning.  Well, sort of cloning, a skin graft onto a maniquin look alike is perfectly reasonable.  Fill it with explosives or chemicals...new toy for 'Junior', or bait for the Techs. You know?"

A tail wasn't good though.  His head was clear now, with some help with the attack, and he certainly wouldn't want to join the Technocracy after this.  They would probably tie him to a tree to lure out the monster. He would need a more secretive place to be if he was to continue working.

'Why not build a Rahshid style RealDoll?'

Pelayo suggests, taking practical to perverted in 2 seconds flat. Pelayo doesnt have a clue why Rahshid is so concerned with having a body double.

'I dont see the need. We can go underground again, Malaclypse scrubbed all the radiation out of the old Ether Lab. Since Draconis took the cowards way out you can have his lab.'

Pelayo offers...

"Might not be a bad idea. So when do we leave?"

'Grab your shit, say goodbye to the wife and kids and we can be off.'

Pelayo says, looking up at the gaping hole in the cieling again.

Rah'shid will take out his phone and send a text message to a repair company to fix his roof while he is away. After all, who would buy from a guy with a huge hole in his factory?  Putting his phone away he follows Pelayo to the lab.