The cargo hold hums harder. The holo-tag blooms red over the registry field, waiting for 2-6’s palm to seal the handoff.
Kest
One touch, and the chain locks. Fight it, and you disappear into the ship’s systems.
Jax
Don’t let them stamp you as property. That handshake is the cage.
The wrist rig on 2-6’s arm pulses in answer, bright enough to paint his fingers red. Below the rail, the Courier tightens his grip and watches for any sign of a break.
2-6
The tag is asking for my biometrics, not just my permission.
Kest lifts his chin toward the glowing interface. The engine throb deepens, as if the ship itself is waiting to decide who owns the bridge.
✓ Quest Accepted
Accept the registration
“Grant the permissions to my body”
SUCCESS (Fair Willpower, rolled +3)
2-6 lets the red pulse settle into his hand. The holo-tag flickers, then drinks in the biometric read and paints his palm with a cleaner, steadier glow.
The interface answers at once. Lines of corporate script cascade through the air, and the chain-of-custody shifts from warning red to locked amber.
2-6
Grant the permissions to my body.
A soft chime rolls through the hold. The wrist rig dims to a controlled pulse, and the registry field threads into the sleek shell over his arm like it recognizes a fitting socket.
Jax
No, wait, it is taking the handshake whole.
The Courier
It accepted him... look at the tag.
Kest’s posture shifts on the gantry, satisfied and alert. Below, the cargo bay lights stutter once as the ship’s systems reroute around 2-6’s signature.
The registration settles into place, quiet but absolute, while the transport’s engine note wavers under the new claim.
Quest Complete
Accept the registration
Attribute Upgrade: Willpower Fair→Good