Ep1 – Conference – Open
Jun 17, 2012 23:16:44 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2012 23:16:44 GMT -5
“That is not going to work,” said Bruce doubtfully.
“It will work,” said Steve.
“How? It doesn’t fraggin’ fit.”
“Because you’re holding it upside down,” said Barricade reaching over Bruce’s shoulder and taking the trans-circuit coupler from the other bot’s hands and righting it in his grip. “You know what, slagger, never mind. Get out of the way. Move. Move. If we don’t get this thing on their we’re going to have a slag-sucking feedback loop into the fragging fuel converter. And then we will be well and truly for the smelter.”
Before either Steve or Bruce could say anything to the contrary, Barricade had elbowed both techs out of the caught and dropped to his back on the floor, promptly pulling himself underneath the fried guts of yet another section of the Nemesis’ massive engine block. The guts of the ship were in disarray – the central engine room itself now patched but all the electrical and energon converter hubs throughout the ship were fried because of the feedback from the explosion. Most of the hubs had been spared the blow out when the ship’s isolation protocols kicked in, but not before they lost three main hubs, one of which he was currently lying under.
The hub itself was a massive knot of throbbing alloy and cabling looped complexly in and out of the walls and suspended in the air. The connector cables holding the hub in the air were vibrating and crackling sparks intermitted. On his back in the closet-sized niche that house the hub, Barricade stared up into the dark mess of burnt circuitry and wires and started replacing the coupler, grimacing at the swath of smoke that immediately coughed up through half a dozen filters. Transfluid dripped from the raw internals, sliding down his arms as he worked. It stank of akali and oil.
“Someone out there hand me a fragging welding gun and somemech disconnect the second to right converter cable above the door.”
((OOC: Open to any Cons looking to lend a hand with repair or just bother Barricade and the Rad Cons. ))
“It will work,” said Steve.
“How? It doesn’t fraggin’ fit.”
“Because you’re holding it upside down,” said Barricade reaching over Bruce’s shoulder and taking the trans-circuit coupler from the other bot’s hands and righting it in his grip. “You know what, slagger, never mind. Get out of the way. Move. Move. If we don’t get this thing on their we’re going to have a slag-sucking feedback loop into the fragging fuel converter. And then we will be well and truly for the smelter.”
Before either Steve or Bruce could say anything to the contrary, Barricade had elbowed both techs out of the caught and dropped to his back on the floor, promptly pulling himself underneath the fried guts of yet another section of the Nemesis’ massive engine block. The guts of the ship were in disarray – the central engine room itself now patched but all the electrical and energon converter hubs throughout the ship were fried because of the feedback from the explosion. Most of the hubs had been spared the blow out when the ship’s isolation protocols kicked in, but not before they lost three main hubs, one of which he was currently lying under.
The hub itself was a massive knot of throbbing alloy and cabling looped complexly in and out of the walls and suspended in the air. The connector cables holding the hub in the air were vibrating and crackling sparks intermitted. On his back in the closet-sized niche that house the hub, Barricade stared up into the dark mess of burnt circuitry and wires and started replacing the coupler, grimacing at the swath of smoke that immediately coughed up through half a dozen filters. Transfluid dripped from the raw internals, sliding down his arms as he worked. It stank of akali and oil.
“Someone out there hand me a fragging welding gun and somemech disconnect the second to right converter cable above the door.”
((OOC: Open to any Cons looking to lend a hand with repair or just bother Barricade and the Rad Cons. ))