Expanding One's Knowledge [Open]

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

There is only so much one can do by himself before starting to run out of ideas.

Case in point: Lowe's need to build and create had pretty much hit a roadblock as of lately. He's come to realize that, if they were going to fight the Ohm, they would need better gear. Sadly, sitting in the cockpit of the Red Frame for hours at a time in thought wasn't going to cut it. So, he ended up making his way to the Media Library and begin a bit of research there.

What he found was amazing...

"Man, I never knew these sorts of things were around here!" Lowe said, feeding another one of the chips into his Omnicomm, which was pretty much kitbashed onto 8 for better reading and transmitting.

[Agreed. I'd say that this could really give us a leg up on ideas...!] 8 replied as different data and schematics flashed up on its screen. Amongst the scattered chips were different notes Lowe had taken, most of them doodles of Red Frame with different weapons and forms. One had Red Frame with a staff of sorts with a picture of a shape transforming into the staff with the notes "Need to be compact and wieldy. Find Nano Nana Nani Magic Dept. Head for example." Another was a doodle of him in an armor, striking a goofy pose with the note "This is possible. Find Sylia? Master Chef Chief."

"I gotta stop writing in pen." Lowe muttered as he scratched out another small note and corrected it.

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[silky-doll.livejournal.com]

Speak of the devil.

"Well hello, Lowe." Sylia had a small stack of files in her arms as well, the top few some vague sketches of women's fashion designs. "I haven't seen you in here before. Starting a new project?"

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

Lowe looked up, then formed a small smile on his face.

"Hey, Sylia!" he said, stopping his notes before looking them over. "Ahh, yeah, I am. I kinda figured that with what's going on, we need more to help us, thus I'm kinda poking around different files for ideas."

[It's rare for Lowe to be out here. He had a difficult time trying to think within the box, so to speak.] 8 replied.

"Yeah, well..." Lowe said, trailing off. "What brings you over here, Sylia?"

[silky-doll.livejournal.com]

She nodded in response. "I'm up to something similar," she admitted. "I thought it would help me to apply myself around here if I tried to catch up on the technologies I've, ah... missed out on." She gestured to the tremendous stack of notes in her hands.

"As you can probably imagine, I had a lot to catch up on," she added. "So I got bored and began looking up women's fashions as well."

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

"I guess we're both on the same boat." Lowe said. "Erm, minus the "looking up women's fashions", of course!"

At that point, Lowe remembered something.

"Oh, hey, mind if I ask you of a favor? I've had some ideas and one of them was powered armor. Sadly, I don't know the first thing about them and I remembered you had one when we first met. You wouldn't mind me taking a look at it. I promise I won't copy anything off of it or anything like that! I just want to see how it works!"

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

Vega's been procrastinating on getting help, because he's kind of embarrassed by it. He also doesn't really know how to ask. He's never had to ask people to help him before, it all was just kind of done conveniently for him.

Finally, though, he worked up the courage to at least go looking for Lowe. He doesn't know Lowe really well, but he does know that Lowe knows his stuff.

He wasn't down in the hangar, so Vega goes poking around the other parts of the ship hopefully, including the media library.

"Hey, Lowe?"

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

Lowe looked up from his work and noticed Vega there. His confused look quickly turned into a more pleasant one.

"Oh, hey, Vega!" he called out. "What's up? Something wrong?"

[obscura-prodigy.livejournal.com]

"Yeah," says Vega. He rubs one arm a little awkwardly. "I was gonna ask you if you could help me figure out what to do about Fury's armor. You've seen it, right?"

It's hard to miss the big, cranky Zoid with the plasma damage, down in the hangar. Fury sits near the front.

[kitbashurgundam.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, I have. I've been wanting to help fix it, but... it doesn't seem to like me very much. Or anyone else, apparently..." Lowe said, looking to the side, nervously.

"But, I'd be glad to help you out any way I can!"