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| Date of Scene: | 17 October 2018 |
| Location: | Repair Bay |
| Synopsis: | Hyperdrive proves to be a mech of few words and doesn't disagree to buy drinks. |
| Cast of Characters: | Nightlash, Hyperdrive |
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash makes her way into the infirmary...medical center? Repair bay? Whatever it is. She doesn't care. All she knows is that there's dents and other such things that need patching up, and this is the place to do it. Striding across the floor, she lays claim to a bay to call her own and just sprawls into it with a soft huff and sigh, waving an arm. "DOC! Come make a patch thingy!"
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive makes a face and looks over at Nightlash. His face is kinda wired together right now and so he's just staring at her. How come she gets to complain.
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash gets to complain because she's good at it! Or...something. Either way, she looks over at Hyperdrive and just blinks a few times...and then laughs softly. "HAH! See, that's what happens when you don't run while they're shooting at the remarkably fast flier..." She makes a finger-gun gesture and shrugs. "Honestly... I coulda outrun you if you left first anyway. Sub-orbital engines can push me along at a pretty decent clip. Needed that for a nice, good...uh...push...through storms and...yah."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive Rolls his optic and stares at her for a few more moments. One optic ridge lifts and he goes back to glancing around to see what he can do to alleviate his boredom. He then looks back at Nightlash and raises a finger to ask if she's doing okay?
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash blinks... "If you're upset, that's probably the wrong finger." She smirks and then shrugs. "They scratched me up a bit, nothing too serious. The missile hit kinda messed up my rudder, but it'll be fine." She frowns. "Maybe. Probably. I've had worse." She shrugs and waves it off before settling herself back. "What about you? They seemed to kinda throw a lot your way before we pulled out."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive makes a face and stares at Nightlash. He glances around again trying to get one of the medics to help but everyone seems more busy working on those that are more severely injured. Finally he just sighs visibly.
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash taps her ear a bit at the comms chatter and chuckles some. "Right, well, must've been a pretty lucky hit to kill off your vocal emitters." She thinks a bit and then shrugs. "Maybe rip one out of the sleeping mech over there and use it? Or...just pester someone until they do it out of spite. I've done that plenty."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive's face is pretty bashed up. Though he at least seems to mostly be in good spirits. He pulls out some of his flashbangs that are not fully completed. It's probably good that the medics are busy elsewhere for the moment.
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash ehs... she looks at the flashbangs a moment and then settles back. "I...I could, yes, or...you know, would, but...yah, that's not a good thing to do in here. I...don't think I really want to give the only faction to not shoot me on a daily basis a reason to shoot me."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive's optic ridges waver up and down as he puts a few parts together. Of course that's when One of the medics walks by and he quickly hides the evidence. So perhaps he's not as stupid as he looks. He reaches up to touch the frame work that's keeping his face still and makes a face,
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash chuckles softly and settles herself back. She can wait her turn...and just leaves Hyperdrive to be worked on for a time. If it means proper conversation, all the better! "Right, so... OH! By the way, don't protest or speak up if you're against buying the next round at Macaddams. It's cool, I know you really want to."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive's optics flash at the Nightlash's proposal. He reaches over and snags a few absorbant rags from the unguarded tray and lobs them at Nightlash! Is it possible to be banned from the repair bay if you still need repairs?
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash smirks, bringing an arm up to block the lobbed cloth scraps while giving a shrug. "Well, fine then... two rounds if only offering one isn't enough for you..." She settles herself back comfortably and wads up the thrown whatever they are and lobs them to the side. "Right then..."
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive's should shake a little as he watches Nightlash. He's tryin not to laugh. Of course now it's up to two drinks and he is kinda at a loss on how to get even. He points at Nightlash and then tosses another cleaning rag at her. She's obvious picking on Hyperdrive can't they see that. poor innocent hyperdrive.
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash is just... well she's not... ... yeah, she totally is. Either way, she relaxes back with a huff and sigh, just sort of going quiet a bit to let the medics do their work on the staunchly silent Hyperdrive while she...just...mutters a bit.
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive isn't being worked on for the moment but that's more because they're having to make some of the parts. When you aren't standard size it makes things a little difficult. He makes a face as he hecks his subspace and then looks at nightlash once again.
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash continues to just...chuckle and be amused by the radio chatter and just sort of...well, sits there, kicking her legs a bit, drumming fingers, and otherwise just...waiting. "So...why'd they wire your trap shut?"
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive turns his head and points to the massive crack that runs down the side of his head and through that area though the facial plating is still intact, the underlying structure is damaged. At least that's what the overall shape hints at with all the denting.
- Nightlash has posed:
Nightlash ehs... "Well, that's gotta be a pain to deal with." She shrugs, looking herself over. "Right, uh...well! I'll let them pay attention to you, then. I mean, this conversation's kinda dull when it only goes one way. See you for drinks at Macaddam's though!" She hops down off her table.
- Hyperdrive has posed:
Hyperdrive makes an audible and very much disguntled WHINE as Nightlash hops off the table and leaves him to be tort....worked on by the medics. Or at least ignored until the next steps are ready.