Wren heads to the location from where the noise came from, and immediately attends to the bleeding and wounded ally. Hopefully, this was not another insidious way that Barrington is able to attack them...
She moans, the horrible images still fresh in her mind. "Gods.... Barrington. Those towers, they're mystical actuators!" she says. "I need to show... Permission..." she says, mind still whiriling, head pounding. "Call it off, don't attack the towers... No missles. The dead... They're using the souls to fuel." her eyes are wide and cloud white and her voice is eerie, sounding like it's coming from the bottom of a deep, echoing well.
Umm, aren't those sort of the same thing? It's not they're unrelated. Is there some sort of fine military distinction here? Star defers, "You're the expert."
Black takes her to a room with odd black paneling on the walls, floor, and ceiling. He gives her a headset and goggles, and puts one on as well. "This interfaces with your mind and uses that to determine your body movements and integrate them into the simulation. They and the goggles also provide sensory input. Guess who'se been licensing the patents behind this tech?"
"Op-Tech? The same answer as... Dang, was that only yesterday? That would be how the suit moves without getting in the way? Or maybe it's a video game company."
Star hesitates, "Is this safe? I'm not going to accidently do something real trying to interact with the simulation? What kind of sensory inputs do they provide besides the obvious sight and sound? I guess the right mental interface could make me feel pretty much anything." It can't be more dangerous than actually fighting, and I'm not balking at that. She puts the headset and goggles on.
"Op-Tech it is. Right now it is set to pure simulation. We can also set it to just provide background, put on some energy dampeners, and throw around real powers. But that's for practice and sparring, not review."