[LN] The Doct - er, General Is In

[iamresponding]

Step number one of taking over leadership from Bunny was getting as informed as possible. That was why Rich had commandeered a room to essentially use as an office. It was now packed with books and scrolls to study to get a handle on the lore, magical mechanics, and history of this world.

He'd also managed to get his hands on a tablet to use as a datapad. One lucky thing about the technology he'd used during the war was that he was already used to typing one-handed, due to the datapads they'd used during the war being pretty small. And he was left-handed so he still had his dominant hand.

Still, what he wouldn't give for the medicos he had during the war. He'd lost a leg once, during the bombardment on Daedalus 5, and they'd grown him a new one in the space of a few days. Sadly, they didn't have the technological resources here for organ cloning, even if they possibly had people with the right expertise to do it. They probably had the resources to make him a decent prosthetic to use outside of battle, though, and that was something he planned on requesting.

Something else he needed besides all the lore and info on the enemy was data on all the people here. Skill sets, powers, fighting experience and so on.

So, for the ones Bunny wasn't able to give him info on, Rich was calling them in for a little interview. Each time, he introduced himself (to the ones he hadn't already met, at least) and explained the situation.

"I called you in here because Bunny's going to be relinquishing leadership of our little band of misfits to me as soon as I'm caught up on everything, so one thing I need to do is find out what everyone can do. I just have a few questions to ask you. This is also an opportunity for you to ask any questions of me."

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[iamresponding]

"Next time you're in the field, try to pay attention, see if you can figure out what it means. If it's some kind of extra early warning system, more than you already have, it could be useful." Okay, so what next? "Those web-shooters - you build them yourself? My Spidey always seemed to have a pretty strong grasp on science." If so, he was going to be impressed. That had to have involved some crazy mechanical and chemical engineering and he was pretty young to have managed it at his age.

[morescaredofyou]

"Right, pay attention. Because usually I'm just off in the clouds, not paying any attention at all," Peter said, his tone of voice much less snarky than his words might suggest.

"My web shooters? Yeah, I built them. But it wasn't all me, I mean - not from scratch. My Dad had been working on the formula for molecular adhesive before he died for years - I just finished it off. Well, and made the mechanism."

[iamresponding]

"So you just figured out how to finish some kind of crazy chemical formula and built something that lets you shoot it all over and swing around from buildings with it. Easy peasy." He shook his head. "You're talking to a guy that failed high school chemistry. And pulled C's in math."

[morescaredofyou]

"Okay, so it was easy, but it still wasn't like I built it from scratch. Plus it took, like, pretty much my entire life to do it."

And okay, since Peter's entire life was all of about 15 years, that probably didn't sound like that long to Nova. But it was a long time to Peter, okay.

[iamresponding]

"Yeah, I'm not counting the years you were in diapers for that. You finished when you were smart enough to finish it and that's what - fifteen? Sixteen?" It was something he never could've done. "At age fifteen, it had taken my little brother pretty much his whole life to build a functioning robot out of old kitchen appliances - while I was flunking chemistry." He pointed in the direction of one of Peter's wrists, where he'd usually have his webshooter, and said, "I'm gonna stick with being impressed."