Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jan 26, 2012 12:16:40 GMT -5
Skyblast eyes Pincher narrowly. He's pretty sure that Pincher just implied this whole thing could make him explode, though he can't be sure.
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Post by Swerve on Jan 27, 2012 0:25:38 GMT -5
"Hey," Swerve snaps, bristling, "I don't build things that blow up." He covers the implant with his hand and his scowl turns into more of a troubled frown. "…Well, there was the one time," he mumbles, "I ruptured my fuel tank and hadn't shielded my exhaust manifold properly… blew off my own arm and the whole fender with it." He shakes his head and looks up from the tabletop. "But that was ten bodies ago. Doesn't matter." He picks up Skyblast's new part and holds it in one hand. "This is pretty much idiot-proof. I don't think Breakaway could screw it up." He guesses, anyway.
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Jan 27, 2012 12:22:24 GMT -5
Pincher winces in sympathy as Swerve describes blowing himself up, and he murmurs, "Mmm, yes, self-explosion is annoying. That is why I installed a forcefield." Then he tries to get back on task. "I meant no disrespect. I am merely observing that energon has a distinct tendency to explode. Skyblast, if you would be so good as to lay down on a table in the next room over for the installation?"
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Jan 27, 2012 12:23:58 GMT -5
Skyblast moves over to the next room and finds a work table to lie down on, but he's not as enthusiastic about it as he could be.
After all, he's pretty sure that Breakaway's smarter than he is.
Not that he would ever admit it.
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Post by Swerve on Feb 3, 2012 15:23:05 GMT -5
Swerve fixes Pincher with a piercing look. He said force field. Like that slag-sucking Stunticon, Dead End? Swerve will have to grill him about it later.
"You sticking around for this?" he grumbles at Pincher while setting up for the installation, pulling over a tray and laying out his tools. He looks down at Skyblast and wonders, because he isn't so annoyed he's oblivious to the change in Skyblast's body language, "Having second thoughts?"
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Post by Raymond Stantz on Feb 9, 2012 15:28:50 GMT -5
"I understand that you are an autonomous being and that if you desired my help, you would explicitly ask for it, so as my presence is implicitly undesired, I shall be departing," Pincher explains, not particularly succinctly. He is trying to respect that Swerve is prickly and does not want people around.
OOC: Out of thread unless stopped.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 9, 2012 15:30:05 GMT -5
"I'd have to have first thoughts to be able to have second thoughts," Skyblast replies cheekily.
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Post by Swerve on Feb 27, 2012 18:43:14 GMT -5
Pincher gets a shrug and Skyblast gets a generous bout of swearing for his cheek. Swerve works nonetheless, shutting off feeds and lines that aren't necessary before cracking Skyblast's chest open. Given the proximity of all this to a vital component, he sets monitors on Skyblast's stats as well; he may be an old hand at mucking about with things like this, but that was working on himself. If he screwed up, he was the only one that suffered. He won't take the same chances with another life. He keeps a cautious peripheral watch on the jet's vitals as he starts shifting parts around to fit in the energon star assembly.
"This had better be worth it," he grumps so he doesn't have to think about worrying.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Feb 27, 2012 20:18:16 GMT -5
"Bot, the Wreckers in my reality would love you," Skyblast says, thinking about Swerve's swearing, "but by 'love', I really mean a much more profane word. Could still be pretty fun. Leadfoot bites, though, or so I am told."
Skyblast takes the surgery with a slag-eating grin.
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Post by Swerve on Mar 2, 2012 14:34:26 GMT -5
Swerve pauses after he's tucked some cables out of his way so he can fix Skyblast with a stare that's annoyed and baffled in one. It takes him a second or two to realise that he has no idea what Skyblast means. The subtlety is lost on him.
"…I'm gonna check for some crossed wires while I'm at it," he grumbles. "See if I can't do something about you talking crazy."
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 3, 2012 22:33:19 GMT -5
Skyblast thinks about what Pincher told him, that he ought to stop hitting on Swerve. Skyblast supposes that Pincher is correct. If Swerve is just not going to fall over and adore Skyblast, Skyblast should save his words for someone else who might! Swerve is, of course, missing out.
Skyblast says stiffly, "I am not crazy."
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Post by Swerve on Mar 5, 2012 20:48:47 GMT -5
"Yeah?" Swerve side-eyes Skyblast. "Then quit talking like it." It doesn't occur to him that Skyblast might be trying to fluster him in an oblique fashion because, really, who wants the engineer wrists-deep in their vital components to think wandering thoughts like that? And Swerve has all the romantic awareness of a punch press. The message might get through if Skyblast were less coy.
But this is all hypothetical. Swerve has a job in front of him, and he double-checks the points where he plans to secure the assembly, then double-checks the leads from the assembly against the connections he'll be using. He lines everything up and readies his soldering iron.
"This might sting," he mumbles, then gets to work.
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 8, 2012 19:35:27 GMT -5
Skyblast goes silent, though his panels ripple slightly with the derision that he feels. No, he's not crazy. He just needs to remember to be a bit more reserved, that's all.
He says nothing, too, when Swerve says that it might sting. What is pain to a brave fighter?
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Post by Swerve on Mar 20, 2012 14:04:11 GMT -5
Never let it be said Swerve doesn't at least give a go at being conscientious. Skyblast doesn't appear to be putting up a fuss, so unless he interrupts, Swerve trims and welds and cleans with quick, curt, sure movements. He has the time to be exacting, not like replacing main joints after a fight. His agitation settles as he works, too, the semi-permanent stitch in his brow easing, tension refocusing on a productive target. With the assembly secured and wired into Skyblast's fuel systems, Swerve connects the unit's control processor and flicks his stare to the jet's face as he leans back.
"You should be picking up the feed from this thing," he says mildly. If not, he'll have to reseat the connection and try again.
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Nimbus Tsura
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Post by Nimbus Tsura on Mar 23, 2012 16:51:07 GMT -5
Having a new body part just suddenly pop into his awareness is a bit odd for Skyblast, even though he can trans-scan new modes. It seems to settle in well enough, and he says, "It's there."
Swerve does impressive work, it would seem.
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