Over Kal's head and not just out the fucking window, man, but over the moon, and no, this kid didn't land among the stars - more like some serious black hole bullshit that is, and will forever be, his life. "I promise you, man, you can deck it to me real good when I get you back up and going," he says, brushing away the arm's futile attempt to steer Kal away. He busts out his flashlight, presses the pad and slowly bends over to look at the jammed regulator vested just below the android's sternum. After a firm second, he pops the butt of his flashlight between his lips and turns, sidling over to fish through some of the dead units beside them.
Can he wrestle the jam with a screwdriver? Nah, man, might do to replace the unit all together. No clue how much the android's got left in it, no idea on the timer ticking away, but he digs, relentless as he sifts through the plastic body frames in pursuit of parts for the android.
He runs a grocery list of shit the biocomponents that need replacing. Left arm, probably the right one too if he gauged that awful gape distal of the elbow joint. Thirium regulator (Kal, can you manage to work out the hitch in the regulator?), visual components (is it blind or just purposely a little off kilter?) - he clicks his tongue when he finds what he's looking for in an incredibly lucky couple'a moments, but it takes him two trips to pool everything by the android.
Weight to his knees, he goes back to the regulator to assess it again before trying to replace it. He's got some thin-nosed pliers - he rolls the flashlight between his lips, pulls it out and tucks it into the nook of his trap and shoulder. It's awkward and it ain't pretty, but it gives him a little more mobility without the desire to choke on metal.
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Date: 2018-08-19 06:44 pm (UTC)Over Kal's head and not just out the fucking window, man, but over the moon, and no, this kid didn't land among the stars - more like some serious black hole bullshit that is, and will forever be, his life. "I promise you, man, you can deck it to me real good when I get you back up and going," he says, brushing away the arm's futile attempt to steer Kal away. He busts out his flashlight, presses the pad and slowly bends over to look at the jammed regulator vested just below the android's sternum. After a firm second, he pops the butt of his flashlight between his lips and turns, sidling over to fish through some of the dead units beside them.
Can he wrestle the jam with a screwdriver? Nah, man, might do to replace the unit all together. No clue how much the android's got left in it, no idea on the timer ticking away, but he digs, relentless as he sifts through the plastic body frames in pursuit of parts for the android.
He runs a grocery list of shit the biocomponents that need replacing. Left arm, probably the right one too if he gauged that awful gape distal of the elbow joint. Thirium regulator (Kal, can you manage to work out the hitch in the regulator?), visual components (is it blind or just purposely a little off kilter?) - he clicks his tongue when he finds what he's looking for in an incredibly lucky couple'a moments, but it takes him two trips to pool everything by the android.
Weight to his knees, he goes back to the regulator to assess it again before trying to replace it. He's got some thin-nosed pliers - he rolls the flashlight between his lips, pulls it out and tucks it into the nook of his trap and shoulder. It's awkward and it ain't pretty, but it gives him a little more mobility without the desire to choke on metal.