No rest for the weary [Open]

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus had been through hell and back. Several times by now, actually. That never seemed to slow the hunter down, though. There was always work to be done. When Samus got knocked down, she had to pick up and keep going.

It just so happened that the last thing to (literally) knock her down was an anti-tank rocket. Fortunately, she had a full suit of powered armor to protect (mostly) her. Unfortunately, it kind of did some serious damage. Nothing she wasn't able to fix, she just needed time do do so.

The hunter patched her injuries up well enough and hauled herself down to the engineering department, picking out a spot in special weapons to start on the tedious task of restoring her armor.

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[prettycoolguy]

The Chief is, predictably, down here too. His armor didn't get blasted with an anti-tank rocket, but it's still covered in grime and plantlife and mud and other ick from the mission. He's digging the filth out of the seams into a metal tray he's going to go incinerate when he's done with it.

He casts a glance over at Samus' work absently, and raises an eyebrow.

"What'd you do?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus is elbow deep in alien tech, but still answers, "Got caught fighting in someone else's nightmare not too long after we got back.

She works as she talks. Something snaps. She grumbles under her breath and exchanges one tool for another. She goes on though, "Apparently one of the crew dreams of anti-tank weaponry. Who knew."

It'd explain the helluva lot of scrapes and bruises she didn't have when they last parted.

[prettycoolguy]

He whistles quietly, taking a little more interest in the damage now. The Chief's no stranger to anti-tank weaponry, but his saving grace has usually been his shields and his speed. Or the fact that fate isn't quite done with him yet.

"Good luck."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Glimpses at previous maintenance may have made Samus' armor look strange, but the true inner workings of it are spread out right in front of both of them. Coupled with new knowledge of its physics breaking abilities, Chief might get the sense of how truly alien her armor really is.

But Samus isn't too concerned with keeping secrets at the moment. She needs to get work done. She offers a shrug and a half exasperated sigh to Chief, "I'll fix it. I just need... time. But thanks."

She had no reason to be rude...

[prettycoolguy]

"Welcome."

John nods once, then returns his attention to his own suit. This is about the extent of his chattiness.

"We'll need to file a mission report," he says, remembering.

oh you're not getting away that easy, mama bird.

[dis-courageous.livejournal.com]

The fact that Komali was still woozy from pain-stopping medicine would not deter him. His father might be dead and his pearl lost somewhere under the rubble of the destroyed city, his whole world might have narrowed to himself and the next step in front of him, but he wasn't going to lose sight of Samus one more time.

The last time he'd looked away, she'd disappeared.

Really, it was only a theory, keeping up with her. The hunter seemed not at all deterred by her own injuries and when the long haul to engineering was done, he had to sit. Being hurt was hard.

Re: oh you're not getting away that easy, mama bird.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus' eyes snapped up from her work. She didn't like interruptions, but her face softened when she saw who the visitor was. She was glad to see he was up, but at the same time, worried that he already was up.

"You should be in the medbay still."

[dis-courageous.livejournal.com]

Komali looked up from his seat on the floor with the wides, most weary bright eyes possible. It wasn't often he actually tried being cute for the sake of getting what he wanted. He was too tired to whine or throw a tantrum.

"Do I hafta?" He asked softly, pulling his knees up under his chin, "I wanna stay where you are."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Oh Komali. Break her heart why don't you.

Samus was too tired to fight right now. Plus this did give her the opportunity to keep an eye on him...

"Alright," she told him, "But be careful."

There are a lot of dangerous things hanging around in special weapons...

[dis-courageous.livejournal.com]

Komali smiled brightly, declaring, "I won't!"

Of course, meaning to be careful couldn't keep his eyes open. He nodded, head seeming so heavy, weighed down by his eyelids. It wouldn't hurt to close them for a moment....and who would mind if he just leaned his head against the discarded pile of rags in the corner? No one, that's who.

In a few minutes, he was asleep, half-covered by the poorly folded remnants of some untidied blueprint and snoring. What? He was being careful!

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex was on the hunt for information-it wasn't as if she could really get involved in the last mess, and that just made her more curious about the details. She crossed her arms as her hologram blipped on and she peered at Samus.

"So. Should I ask about what kinda crap I missed, or will it just make me have to hunt down Grif so I can beat a head against something?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

"I'll save you the trouble and just tell you he's down in the precinct."

Samus did not sound very pleased about that at all.

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

Tex perked up immediately.

"...Yeah, I think I need more details. What'd he do this time?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

She sighed. All he had done was, well, been his typical self. The only problem was it got him in a heap of more trouble this time.

"Ended up shooting at the wrong person in a fight in the city. Huge mess. Could've been prevented if he had just worn his damn comm ring."

[domeanthings.livejournal.com]

"Somehow? I'm not surprised." Tex tilted her head a little. "So how long am I down a body for?"

[thewunderkind]

Lash had seen Samus work before. They'd also talked...well Lash mostly, but they'd talked! The woman almost reminded her or someone else, and after the war, the tiny afro girl had started to feel tiny pangs of homesickness. So she had walked around the different departments, trying to change her mind by overworking herself on fixing things. Seeing someone like Samus was a welcome distraction.

She instinctively pinched her left arm, the muscles were still hurting there, and she walked over to the bounty hunter and peeked at the work in progress.

"Wow, looks like the war wasn't too good for that suit of yours."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus remembered this girl from before. Unfortunately, she was about as chatty as last time.

She didn't look up from her work, "It's been through worse."

[thewunderkind]

Well wasn't she just a ray of sunshine. Too bad Lash was used to guys with the same tones.

"Do you mind if I look?"

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus was way overprotective very secretive when it came to her suit. It wasn't exactly... human made. Glances at its inner workings tended to raise more questions than Samus was comfortable answering.

"I do actually," she said plainly, "I've always done the maintenance myself."

[thewunderkind]

Unsurprising.

"Figures. Gotta keep that thing top secret huh?" Lash let out an annoyed sigh before looking around at everything else. There was still a lot of equipment she hadn't seen in Stacy, and now that she had a much more clear mind after getting some sleep, she delicately took out a laser tool and pushed it on.

"Oooh. I wish we had these back at home," she told to no one in particular (but Samus was there alone so, hi semi-passive aggressive tone), "it would have been much easier to make repairs on my Neotank, tee hee."

[starktech.livejournal.com]

Disillusioned with the idea of there being engineering 'staff' on a ship that wouldn't permit anyone to look at the engines, Tony didn't make much of a habit of leaving the city. At least there it was perfectly obvious all they were was a collection of museum exhibits- or the caretakers to preserve them.

Today, though, he was looking for a source of palladium, and having been unsuccessful in the city he turned his attentions to the more technical parts of the ship- in the suit to save time. The HUD could inform him of the presence of the materials he needed a hell of a lot quicker than his eyes could, after all.

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Even the hunter was incapable of maintaining total and complete focus on her work, especially when a suit of armor she'd never seen before came waltzing into her space.

Her head poked up from her work. She met the newest occupant of special weapons with a wary (but still inquisitive) look.

[starktech.livejournal.com]

Hello. Now that was a sight for sore eyes- and it was just as well he had the faceplate down. Not that he was staring, exactly, but he doubted he'd be able to pass himself off as cool and unflappable if she'd seen his expression behind the helmet.
Cute, and some kind of techie.

"I'm sorry, I didn't realise someone was working in here," he offered politely, the suit filtering his voice into neutrality- and then as a courtesy, he flipped up the faceplate. Much fairer to speak with someone face to face. "I was looking for something."

[gogopowersuit.livejournal.com]

Samus discreetly tried to quickly identify various aspects to Tony's suit. Unfortunately, she did not have the advantage of hiding behind a visor. Her eyes flicked around but settled back into making eye contact with him when his faceplate flipped up.

"It's fine," she offered back, "I don't believe I've seen you before."

Because she really would have remembered the armor.

[starktech.livejournal.com]

"No, I don't believe you have," he agreed, closing the distance between them and offering an armoured hand, smile widening.

"Tony Stark."