Putting the band back together!

[igotjetdog.livejournal.com]

The signals had been pinging at him ever since he got on board. The global positioning relays in each of his pets. The maps in his head were now useless, he'd have to upload the ship's map into his databanks, but he could still locate them through trial and error. It had taken him a while, the ship had more twists and turns than an ant's nest.

Finally, he found what he was looking for, a part of the ship that the omnicomm indicated as 'Engineering'. The name wasn't important, he walked in anyway, trusting that they wouldn't mind a guest. Still following their beacons, he wanders deep into the piles of spare parts, eventually finding what he was looking for. Bits of blue, green, red. Disassembled for easy storage, it seemed. Still, grinning happily, he pulls them loose and heads back over to the work areas, thunking everything onto a table before borrowing a few tools. (He'd put them back!)

Rock settles down on the table himself, picking up some soldering tools and adjusting their settings with expert ease. He had been, after all, originally built as a lab assistant for physics and robotics experiments. Anyone wandering into Engineering will likely find him working, face screwed up in concentration, as he proceeds to assemble his three 'pets'. He looks perfectly in his element, and moves like someone with decades more experience than a ten year old kid could possibly have.

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[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

Another day, another set of work. Didn't matter for Lowe - he was always finding something to do and he enjoyed it. Entering Engineering for some tools, he noticed Rock setting up his spot and working on assembling... were those animals?

Curiosity got the better of him and he approached Rock. "Hey, there! What'cha doing?"

[igotjetdog.livejournal.com]

He blinks and looks up, brushing some stray grime off his forehead. (It doesn't work, it just creates a grey-green smear. Packing grease, eugh.) He looks down at his project, then back up with a grin. "Reassembling my pets!"

If Lowe looks closer, the shape he is working on is suspiciously cat-shaped. If a bit oddly armored? Who knows, maybe Rock's pets are just bulky.

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

"Your pets?" Lowe said, blinking in surprise. Looking at the shape, he could tell that, yes, it was a cat. It started to make sense - sure, he didn't know where Rock came from, but having robotic pets isn't uncommon. Kira had his robotic bird, right?

"Were they in here the whole time?" he asked. "That's... odd. I'd figured they'd be with you when you woke up!"

[igotjetdog.livejournal.com]

"Well." He shrugs a bit, fiddling with the connections in the cat a little bit more. "The pod probably wouldn't have fit all of us. So sticking them on a shelf sounds good to me. At least they'd be out of the way, right?"

He wouldn't want them distracting everyone, after all.