Freya’s post-mission high evaporated as soon as she saw the red box tell her that she needed to report to the Monarch. She had just stepped back into camp from the hanger and now she had to turn around and leave. She sent Toast a message before she turned right back around and put her hand on the console for the lobby. The only option that popped up was the counseling session with the Monarch. She tapped the accept option and unlocked the door. She received Toast’s response that told her to go to her meeting and he would tell Sergeant Torres. Grateful for her squad leader she stepped into the light.

Freya smiled as she walked into the Monarch’s office. The Monarch appeared like she did before, sitting at her desk in her large office. She had her officer’s uniform without any rank tabs on it. The only thing that Freya noticed about the Monarch that was different from the last time she was in this office was that the Monarch had changed her hair color and style. Before she had black hair that was braided along her scalp, but today she was wearing it in a tight bun.

Freya gave the ship a salute and held it until she received one in turn. “I like the new hair style, Ma’am.” Freya told her.

“Thank you, Private. Please have a seat.” The Monarch said with a small smile and waved for Freya to sit in one of the large leather seats in front of her.

“You’ve made a pretty big impression in the tournament so far.” The Monarch said. as soon as Freya had taken her seat. “You have many eyes on you and you even impressed some departments in the Federation military. I’ve been asked to talk to you about two items that have come up. First is that you have impressed the military cyber division. While it may seem like what you did was obvious - to bypass most of the security by accessing the system through the door - to the Federation's knowledge no one has done it before. When you look at what you did, it seems so obvious, but that's hindsight for you.”

“First let me tell you that what you did to gain access to the space station’s main systems is now classified. Your entire platoon has been notified that any discussion on how you gained access to the systems is classified as top secret. We will show you gaining access to the systems in the tournament, but not how. Do you understand that you are forbidden to talk about how you accessed the systems without permission?” She asked Freya.

“Yes, ma’am.” Freya replied, nodding.

“Good.” The Monarch said clasping her hands in front of her on her desk. “Now let me tell you that was some amazing stuff you accomplished in the tournament so far. You keep impressing me, and I’m hard to impress. If your platoon keeps on going, you all will get the bye week for the fourth mission. You will be rested for the final mission.”

“Thank you, ma’am.” Freya said with a smile. She hadn’t realized that there was a bye week for the fourth mission.

“The first item that needs to be discussed is that you have been nominated for the Cyber Warfare badge for discovering the simple but amazing bypass. The only stipulation to get the badge now is that you have to get your doctorate. I suggest that you do that as soon as you can. This is a rare opportunity that doesn’t come all that often. The badge offers a permanent five percent reduction to level towards your next rank. That is a 50,000 reduction in E-points to Private First Class.” The Monarch explained.

Freya did the math and nearly whistled. That was a nearly five-hundred point reduction per level at her current rank. That would only grow as time went on and she gained more rank. She smiled and made herself a promise that she would do that as soon as she could. She turned her attention back to the Monarch. As she did so she tried to see the woman in front of her as the blazing sun that she remembered from her time outside the ship.

The Monarch must have guessed her thoughts because she smiled. “Are you trying to undress me with your eyes, Private?” She asked Freya.

Blushing furiously, Freya shook her head. “No, ma’am. Sorry, ma’am.” Freya said, sitting up in her chair.

The Monarch gave Freya a look that told her she knew that she was lying. “The second thing we need to discuss is your Personal AI. I was given one with orders to give it to a recruit as a reward by the weapons R&D department. I gave it to you as you seemed the best candidate. The thought process behind the order was an experiment to see what a Personal AI was capable of becoming, beyond just piloting ships.” The Monarch told her.

“Unlike most of the others who have given one on other ships you have taken great advantage of your Personal AI.” The Monarch said, leaning forward. “The way you use yours to gain some amazing control out of it has sparked the R&D department's imagination. I’ve been sending them recordings of the way you use it to hack your armor to gain greater control over your sensors. That you gain so much in such a low level armor suit has blown their minds. Now you even use it to adjust your own active camouflage to levels beyond what your armor is normally capable of.”

“They were particularly inspired when they received the clip of you spotting enemy scouts under two sets of active camouflage.” The Monarch said, leaning back. “They used what you have shown them to create a new armor suit, and they would like for you to test it out.”

The Monarch waved her hands and a hologram of a new suit appeared in front of Freya. It looked like her normal set of armor but with some weird node-like things on it. The helmet had the most changes. While it still looked dorky, it now had two red lenses on either side of the front top part, and a strap that covered her mouth.

“This is the Wrath, EC version. The suit was created by the same people who made your current armor, and it is still basically the same, except that they have increased the sensors in the suit as well as added the ability to adjust the active camouflage. This is a tier 5 suit that has been modded down to a tier three. You will have to mod it out the way you want out of your own pocket, but I don’t think you will have a problem, with the rewards you have been stacking up in the past two missions.” The Monarch said, as Freya examined the new suit.

“It looks nice.” Freya said, as the Monarch turned the hologram off.

The Monarch chuckled. “The suit is estimated to be worth three times the credits you currently have listed. I expect you will find the armor to your liking. Not that you have a choice. While you don’t have to pay for it, you will be required to use it for the next mission. After that you may request to use your old armor. Don’t skimp on the mods. The next mission is a tournament mission, after all.” She told Freya.

Freya sighed as she realized just how much money it was going to cost her to mod the armor that she might only use once. On one hand she got to use a brand new armor suit with a lot more bells and whistles, but oh the expense of buying replacement mods once more. Even though she had leveled up a few more times since she bought her armor, she was still too low level to use the next tier. She bit her lip as she thought about all those precious points.

She looked at the Monarch and pictured her as the sun-like being once more. The Monarch tilted her head and looked so much like a human Freya had a hard time seeing her as an energy being.

“But then she is not always an energy being is she?” Freya thought as she looked at the Monarch. “Once she slows down below the speed of light she becomes a physical being.”

“I have some questions, ma’am.” Freya said, respectfully.

“I’m sure you do, but let me answer them all at once.” The Monarch said, suddenly smiling again. “I’m sorry, but you don’t have the security clearance for any of those questions. Yet.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Freya said, feeling sad.

“Buck up Private, they can’t stop you from thinking. It’s what ended your former home world’s empire after all.” The Monarch said, standing up. “Only the strong grow, but who are the strong?”

Freya, more confused than before, stood up as well. Recognizing that she was being dismissed, she saluted the Monarch and turned to find the door already open. She didn’t slow her step as she stepped into the light.

She found her platoon still at the debriefing as she walked back into the barracks. Sergeant Torres was at the front talking about their last mission. Standing at his side was the Platoon Gunnery Sergeant. They nodded to Freya as she stepped into the conference room. Freya sat down beside Toast, who also nodded to her before he turned his attention back to the debriefing.

“Now, since I was not here for the debriefing on the first mission, we will get to the bonehead award for the first mission first, then we will move on to the second mission. Drum roll please.” Sergeant Torres said, smiling. “The first tournament bonehead award goes to a previous award winner, Magic!”

A clip of Freya jumping out of the cargo plane in the first mission appeared on the screen. She watched herself, cringing inwardly, as she fell to the ground only to get pulled short by the rope. She saw herself land on the ground right in front of the tank that eventually ran her over. The entire platoon laughed as the clip showed her death.

“Now that is just bad luck.” Sergeant Torres said, shaking his head. “Magic, by the way, had the highest mission points of the entire Division. The Division, people, not the platoon or the company. The entire Second Division. So while, yes, she had a funny death, she pulled more than her weight on that mission. One came in second, with the second highest in the company after Magic. That was followed by Toast, who had the third highest in the entire company. Please give them a hand. Without them we would be much lower in the rankings than we are.”

Freya bounced forward as Peterson slapped her on the shoulder. She gave him an evil look, but while he did stop laughing he didn’t stop smiling. Freya shook her head, slightly annoyed that she got the bonehead award. When the laughter died down, Sergeant Torres showed the runner ups for the bonehead award for the first mission. Freya had to admit that they were all pretty funny. The only one that wasn’t really funny was Petey’s stupid death.

“That leads me up to the bad. Petey, you are skating dangerously close to being dropped. You are right on the edge of the second standard deviation. If you drop below it on this next mission I will have no choice but to drop you. Tournament or no tournament. Understood?” Sergeant Torres warned him.

“Yes, Sergeant.” He replied.

“Stop worrying about being a leader and focus on being a grunt for now. You need to shore up the basics before getting into the advanced stuff.” Sergeant Torres said, turning away from him to face the holo table.

“Now we get to this mission’s bonehead award. Drum roll please.” Sergeant Torres said, smiling. Gunny started slapping her thighs, giving the Sergeant his drum roll. A clip of Dog leading Freya down the hallway appeared. “Dog gets this one because following dead bodies is more important than asking the scout behind him which direction he should be going. No wonder people call you Dog.” Sergeant Torres said, as the platoon laughed at the clip.

Dog stood up and waved to everyone. “I would just like to thank my parents for giving me my sense of direction and the Marines for giving me this opportunity to screw things up.”

Freya laughed so hard she had tears in her eyes. Dog just stood there pretending to hold an imaginary award. Even the Gunny laughed.

“Damn Dog, that's some funny stuff.” Gunny told him in front of the platoon.

Eventually Sergeant Torres reeled them in. “Now for the runner ups.” He told them, as he turned on the hologram.

The next clip showed Tike getting killed. She was running forward outside the space station, chasing a retreating enemy, only for the enemy soldier to turn on her. She jumped high to avoid his rounds but the enemy tripped and fell backwards sending a few rounds into the air. The only round to hit her was the one she took to her face. Had she kept running on the ground she would have avoided all of his rounds. She got a lot of comments telling her that it was some really bad luck. Even Gunny was sympathetic.

The last clip was of Petey again. It showed him stepping around the corner with Dog and Freya behind him before getting shot to death. “Petey, you need to work on your reaction time. You should have at least one wetware mod to increase your reaction time. You would have gotten hurt here, but you would have still been in the fight if you had been able to avoid the incoming fire. That is a basic premise of your template. Avoid getting hit rather than tanking it.” Sergeant Torres scolded him.

“One got the most mission points in the company this time around with Magic coming in second. Ed came in third place, with highest in the platoon outside of One and Magic.” Sergeant Torres told them, smiling.

“Before we get into our mission brief for the next mission, Gunny would like to have a few words. Ma’am.” Sergeant Torres said,backing away from the Gunnery Sergeant.

“First let me apologize to you as your company commander. We would be a lot higher in the rankings if one of our platoons hadn’t failed their last mission. I came here to tell you about how proud I am with how well you’re doing. Your platoon has carried our company far beyond what I or anyone else expected. You are ranking higher, as a platoon, than a few platoons in the First Division and that is saying a lot about how good our company is.” Gunny said, stepping out into the middle of the floor.

“Since you people have been doing a good job, I want to ask you about our next missions. I have a really hard mission with some serious tournament mission points. The problem is that you cannot use your dropship. If you succeed it will bump us back up into first place in our Division. If we fail, then we drop like a rock in the standings. I want to risk it, as you people have time and time again shown to be far above what most people expect of Second Division.” Gunny told them, holding her hands behind her back.

“The mission is taking a spaceport on the planet. The problem, besides not being able to use a respawn dropship, is it’s protected. You will have to make a drop right into the middle of an enemy-held city. From there, you have to fight your way to the spaceport and take it. There, you have to hold it for twenty-four hours while surrounded by enemies. The good news is that you don’t need to hold the entire spaceport. You only have to hold either the control center or the lift center. I’m not going to take Sergeant Torres' job away from him and tell you what you should hold, but I know in my heart of hearts that you people can do it.” Gunny told them, looking serious.

“You people are my spearhead. You are the devil dogs that have been unleashed. Can you take this mission, even knowing that it’s a suicide mission, and succeed? Can you do the impossible and show that Third Company is the best in the division? Will you do that for me? I ask as your company commander, will you take this mission for us? For the Company?” Gunny asked them.

Freya yelled with the rest of them. She couldn’t stop smiling. Gunny smiled at the platoon and nodded.

“Very well. Good luck out there and give them hell. Sergeant, they're all yours.” Gunny said, nodding to Sergeant Torres as she turned and left the conference room.

Freya looked to Sergeant Torres as he watched Gunny leave before turning back around to the platoon. “I have never been more proud of a platoon than I am now. My chest hurts with all the pride that is contained within. She is right though about this being a suicide mission, but if we can pull this off we will be legends. A platoon from the Second Division taking on a mission like this? Sergeant Leni, in all your years with the Marines, have you ever seen a platoon in the Second Division take on the highest-rated third mission like this?” Sergeant Torres asked, looking excited.

“Hell, no!” Sergeant Leni said, smiling. “Most of the First Division will pass on this mission. To the best of my knowledge, no one outside the specialty platoons in the First Division will attempt it.” She looked just as excited as Sergeant Torres did.

“We are not just going to attempt it. We are going to crush it.” Sergeant Torres said, rubbing his hands.

“We are going to need a lot of planning to do this. The next mission starts tomorrow at nineteen-hundred hours. I want my command staff to stay here. The rest of you stay close, but don’t use the training facility yet. We may need some extra skills that you wouldn’t normally train for. Magic, stay behind. I need to talk to you. The rest of you are dismissed.” Sergeant Torres said.

“Iron Hand!” Sergeant Leni yelled out, raising her fist.

“Iron Hand!” Came the reply.

Sergeant Torres waited for the rest of the platoon to leave before he turned to her. “Magic, great job on the Cyber Warfare badge. You need to get it as soon as possible. Now, I’m counting on you to do the math to get my platoon on the ground in one piece. Expect the planet's defenses to be up and at their full potential. If someone dies on the way to the mission area then they are out for the entire mission. I need you to find me a path so that most of my platoon gets on the ground in one piece.” He told her.

“I’ll work with her, Sergeant.” Toast said, stepping up.

“Thanks Toast. Now, let's see how we can work this one out.” Sergeant Torres said, turning back to his command staff.

Toast pulled Freya aside and they sat down a little ways away from the rest of the command staff. “We are going to lose some people on the way down.” Toast told her as she pulled out her tablet. “What we need to do is limit that to the best of our ability and make sure those who are zeroed out are no big loss to the rest of the platoon. I want Petey up front. He is going to be our bait. If he survives then good for him. If he gets zeroed out, then better than him then anyone else.”

Freya began to import the names of the rest of the platoon onto her tablet then moved them into the standard OTIDS formation. She did as Toast asked and put Petey in front. Then she added the rest around him making sure that Sergeant Torres and Sergeant Leni were in the middle of the formation.

“Who should I put on the wings?” She asked her squad leader. The standard formation for OTIDS was a three-dimensional, inverted, irregular pyramid for the initial entry to the planet's atmosphere. It was designed to limit casualties from the greatest concentration of enemy anti-ship fire. It relied on the irregular placement of the OTIDSs and the automated defensive systems to keep the marines within alive. Once past the threshold, it was up to the pre-programmed flight path that Freya and Toast were developing to get them down safely.

“Bob and Netty.” Toast replied and Freya adjusted the formation. “We're going to be dropping right into an enemy-held city. We need to adjust the standard routes once the OTIDSs split off from the pyramid.” He told her, as he pulled up a map of the city.

Ten minutes later, Freya finished the last flight path. “We are going to be spread out pretty badly.” She told Toast.

“Can’t be helped.” He replied, rubbing his chin as he looked over Freya’s work. “Sergeant Torres? We’re done.”

Sergeant Torres looked up from the holotable and walked over to them. He picked up Freya’s tablet, then frowned. “I have no idea why you keep using this.” He told her as he handed the tablet back to her. He threw up a large holographic screen in front of them and looked over the flight paths.

“This is really ugly, but I see why you did it.” He said, after a few minutes. “We can work with this, but it’s going to be really ugly for a few minutes before we can group up. Magic, thanks for your work. We should be done with the planning in about fifteen minutes. We will call the platoon back then. Toast, I need your opinion.”

Freya stood up as Sergeant Torres walked back to his command staff, talking with Toast. She knew a dismissal when she heard one. She left the conference room and headed to the cafeteria. She wanted to get something to eat before Torres called them back. She was sure there would be some extensive training to be done before they would be released for the day.

The cafeteria was mostly empty when she got there. She grabbed a large, pinkish-purple fruit that looked like a grapefruit that had been cut in half. The fruit tasted oddly like sweet broccoli. It wasn’t bad, but it wasn’t her favorite thing she had eaten on the Monarch so far. She had some milk tea that had a nice but oddly spicy flavor added to it.

When she was done eating, she went to the entertainment room in the barracks. Most of the platoon was in the room. The room was louder than normal. Freya paused to take stock and saw that everyone seemed really happy. Dog and Dusty were wrestling in the corner. Mon was sitting in a comfortable reclining chair talking to a bunch of people. Tike was playing chess with Stenna. Tike was waving her arms above the board as she spoke and Stenna laughed. Patterson was throwing darts in the far corner. He was surrounded by most of Third Squad.

“Magic!” Patterson said happily, when he saw her. “Just the person I wanted to see. Look, I need you on my team. We need to kick Third Squad’s butts in darts. They called us spooks.”

“We are spooks.” Freya said, with a laugh, as she walked across the room towards him.

“Whatever.” Patterson said, dismissively.

“Hey, no fair. Get someone else. I’m not playing against Magic.” Dancing said, shaking her head at Patterson.

“Just because she can shoot doesn’t mean that she can throw darts.” Bob said, as he stepped up to throw some darts.

“Fine.” Dancing grumbled, crossing her arms.

Twenty minutes later, they were on their third game. While she was better than average at darts, she proved Bob right. She was nowhere near as good at darts as she was at shooting her weapon. With two losses under her belt and working on her third, she was stepping up to the line to toss what was looking to be her last three darts when Sergeant Torres called them back to the conference room. More than happy that the game came to a premature end, Freya quickly followed the rest of the platoon towards the conference room.

“The plan has four parts.” Sergeant Torres said, when everyone was settled. “First part is linking up. The path through the air defences is a nightmare, but Toast and Magic came up with a plan to get most of you through it. It’s ugly as hell but it will work. Now, as soon as you are released from your OTIDS, you need to head towards the closest rendezvous point. It doesn’t matter which one you pick, but you need to get there as fast as possible. From there, we will head to the spaceport. When you are heading to the rendezvous points, group up if you can, but move fast. You are in the most danger when you are alone.”

“We will move en masse to the space port. We will split up depending on where everyone lands. One group will hit the control room and destroy it. Once it’s gone, they will need to make their way back to the lift center. While the first group is taking on the control room, the second group will head to the lift center and take it. Once we have it, we will barricade ourselves inside. They won’t want to destroy the lift center as it will be the only thing that will be worth anything in the spaceport after we are done with it. They will have to dig us out and I plan to make that a very hard task.” Sergeant Torres told them.

“I have a list of what I want you to train for in the training facility and I’ll be sending it to each and every one of you. If you have a problem with what is on it, see your squad leaders. I know most of what is on the list will most likely not be on your recommended template plan, but if we are going to do this, then we need to complete this mission. Sacrifices need to be made if we want to come out of this tournament high in the rankings.” Sergeant Torres explained.

“You have one hour to train and buy everything you need. We will meet up at the training building when everyone is done. We are going to need a lot of training if we want to complete this mission. Let’s get this done people. Iron Hand!” He yelled, holding his closed fist over his head.

“Iron Hand!” The platoon repeated, with their fists raised.

Freya read her list. Aside from getting drones that worked inside close and confined areas, there was not much else. She was ordered to get her Cyber Warfare badge and get dressed out in her new armor. She went outside to the platoon’s training facility, but the line was too long so she decided to go to the store and get her new drones and mod out her new armor first.

Forty minutes later she returned to camp slightly more than four thousand credits poorer. She picked up a new surveillance drone that was fresh off the market and was designed to work inside spaces bigger than three feet by three feet. It was the smallest area a surveillance drone could work in. She also got the upgraded sensor alert drone so that she could use it inside buildings. Modding out her new suit cost more than she wanted to spend on an armor that she might never wear again after this mission, but orders were orders. She only got what she already had on her current armor and nothing more, but since the armor was brand new and experimental she had to spend more than she had before just to get the same mods.

The line to the training facility was now non-existent so she took her time looking through her options. First, she looked at what it would cost to get her PhD. She winced at the price. It would take a huge chunk of her skill points. Remembering the non-template skill to create bombs, she looked that up. It was very expensive and, if she wanted her PhD, then she could only afford the skill and one upgrade to it. Since there were ten skill levels in the non-template skill, she almost decided to skip it. She minimized the window and went looking for what else she could still get. She found that she could upgrade a few skills that she already had or add a single new skill or two.

“What would work best for this next mission?” She asked herself, looking down the category lists. She saw a few skills that she wanted to pick up, but she skipped them because she was looking for a skill that would help her specifically for this next mission. In the end, she went with the first two levels of the non-template bomb skill.

She looked at her available mods and smiled. She had more mod points than she had ever had before. She did the math and boosted her agility from 157 to 250 then she did the same to her dexterity. Knowing that her perception would be needed in this next mission, she boosted it up from 225 to 250.

Lastly, worried about how low her memory stat was, she added 24 points so that it would now be at 174. She thought about leaving it alone, but talked herself into adding the rest of the points because the faster she could recall a memory the faster she could do things, which would make her hacking skill faster and help her target enemies faster as well. She left her processing speed where it was at 225 and her last three stats like strength and health alone. That left her with three extra mod points for next time. She looked over her choices and hit the accept button. The door to the training facility opened and she stepped into the light.

She found herself in a classroom filled with all sorts of explosive devices. For the first level of the explosive skill, there was a survey class on all types of ammunition that the Marines used. From the very basic ballistic rounds used in rifles and handguns to tank rounds. It was a very basic course that showed her how each was built. The second level moved on to bombs themselves, like mines and breaching charges. With only two levels in bomb-making she only had a vague idea of how to create a bomb from scratch. She cursed when the class was over. While what she had learned was somewhat useful, she wished that it taught more.

Her studies in her PhD were a lot more interesting and unlike anything she had done before. Unlike her undergraduate and master classes, her PhD classes were more about researching and reading other people's research papers. She learned why the cost to get a PhD was so expensive when she found herself in a lab with the requirement to complete a project for her dissertation. Her first idea for a project was to reduce the operational area of the surveillance drone to under three feet by three feet. She found that someone had already created one, but the cost was truly outrageous. She tried to build a less expensive one but gave up. It would take too long to look through all the copyrights to find what she was looking for.

Her next idea for the project was to build a device that could either block or intercept the signal from a surveillance drone. She quickly found that trying to block a particle that only existed at faster than light speeds was impossible with the current technology. So she started working on intercepting the transmissions. It took a really long time and when she was done she was only partially successful. The device used twelve different copyrighted technologies and could only intercept the signal if it was within ten feet of it.

As a proof of concept device, it was successful, but in the end it was not very practical. The technology was not there to expand the area that it could intercept the signal and it would cost an outrageous amount of credits to build in the real world. She did discover she was the first to create a device that could intercept the signal. As soon as she turned her project in, the military classified the device and all the information she learned to create it. She got her grade and her doctorate in return.

Status Screen

Name: Freya O’Malley

Rank: Private. Level: 8

Template: 2nd Scout

Enlisted points: 84,404.64

Credits: 5146

Skill points: 2

Mod points: 3

Weapons:

Desus MOA Magnetic heavy rifle

Mega Colax purified battery Six heat sinks NG rod ammo.

Armor:

Wrath EC Tier 5 (modded to tier 3)

Massimio Friction assistance Veddarius battery Cloudforge Sensor alert Seven drones Memory Expansion Module

Side weapons:

GMZ 127 energy rifle

Colax purified battery

Hayes 2020 pistol

Two Mrock pistol ammo rods

Asy Minor short barrel energy rifle

Colax purified battery

Basic combat knife

Ship:

Goozden 127 light armored Respawn Dropship

Causnix Mac 127 Recurve Engine Active camouflage Six respawn pods Vehicle dock Mech reloading printer Shand’s Auto Cannon

Wetware mods

Health

Level: 75

Health Regen

Level: 75

Strength

Level: 76

Perception

Level: 250

Agility

Level: 250

Dexterity:

Level: 250

Memory

Level: 174

Processing speed

Level: 225

Personal AI

Level: 26

Skills cont:

Zero G Maneuvering

Level 5

Advanced Shipboard Tactics

N/A

Spaceborn Vessel

Systems

List

Martial Arts:

Líng Zhònglì Zhàndòu

Level 5

Master

Skills:

Enhanced sensing

Level: 2

Tracking

Level: 5

Acrobatics

Level: 5

One time infantry Drop ship

Level: 1

Special Warfare

N/A

FTL Communication

PhD

Engineer

Master

Advanced Drone Operator

Level: 9

Piloting

Level: 14

Silent Walking

Level: 5

Silent Combat Running

Level: 5

Advanced Targeting

N/A

Hacking

Level: 5

Zero G. Combat

N/A

Bomb Making

*Non template skill*

Level 2

Hardware mods: Suicide mod

Medals: Gold E Sharpshooter Badges: Cyber Warfare