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Unicorns Take To The Skies [open]
Welcome, visitors, to the Hangar, storage place of all the crew's marvelous mecha and other vehicular machines. We have rows of automobiles, motorcycles, trucks, tanks, mechs...and the small group of mechs that doesn't quite seem to fit in a military storage area. Today the activity is around those, the Zords, animal-shaped machines painted in a variety of eye-catchingly bright colors. Sure to intimidate the Ohm!
The mechanic of these large machines, one Billy Cranston, has been assigned a daunting task taking place within this hangar. Make them capable of combat outside the atmosphere of a planet. In the great void of space.
Now, Billy is very lucky, for two of the six are already prepped for this! That's one third less work than he would otherwise have, Billy reminded himself as motivation. Adding flight capabilities to four very large mechs was still a challenging task, but it could definitely be worse.
He'd learned from Trudy that it would be a wise idea to put his plans into motion (and complete them) as quickly as possible. Luckily, the initial designs and supply-gathering had already been completed. That just left him (and any volunteering assistants) to install the necessary rockets within the Zords. One night of continuous work had resulted in the completion of the Lion Thunderzord---under the paws, he'd found convenient places to install rockets. All he needed was a round of coffee, and he'd be able to get through one more.
Visitors would find him kneeling on a fairly long temporary high platform attached to the Unicorn Thunderzord, sporting a sleeveless mechanic's uniform and a coating of sweat and grease. One 'wing' of the zord had had its paneling removed, and his head was currently somewhere inside that mass of machinery running the new wiring through.
It might take a try or two for him to answer calls or come down the ladder. Sounds tend to echo when your head's in a giant unicorn.
The mechanic of these large machines, one Billy Cranston, has been assigned a daunting task taking place within this hangar. Make them capable of combat outside the atmosphere of a planet. In the great void of space.
Now, Billy is very lucky, for two of the six are already prepped for this! That's one third less work than he would otherwise have, Billy reminded himself as motivation. Adding flight capabilities to four very large mechs was still a challenging task, but it could definitely be worse.
He'd learned from Trudy that it would be a wise idea to put his plans into motion (and complete them) as quickly as possible. Luckily, the initial designs and supply-gathering had already been completed. That just left him (and any volunteering assistants) to install the necessary rockets within the Zords. One night of continuous work had resulted in the completion of the Lion Thunderzord---under the paws, he'd found convenient places to install rockets. All he needed was a round of coffee, and he'd be able to get through one more.
Visitors would find him kneeling on a fairly long temporary high platform attached to the Unicorn Thunderzord, sporting a sleeveless mechanic's uniform and a coating of sweat and grease. One 'wing' of the zord had had its paneling removed, and his head was currently somewhere inside that mass of machinery running the new wiring through.
It might take a try or two for him to answer calls or come down the ladder. Sounds tend to echo when your head's in a giant unicorn.
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She landed next to the Zord, shaking her head before crouching down. "Hey, Billy! Need any help up there?"
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"We're having a wire tangle inside this wing," Billy reported once she was up there. "I'm unwinding them all by hand, but it's taking a while. I'm honestly unsure how it functioned well before."
He shook his head, imagining how Zordon had thought this was a good idea. Or if he'd even had a hand in their construction. Alpha likely did most of the work. "The mysteries of zords, I suppose. Did you want to know anything before we start?"
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"You look tired," she pointed out, shaking her head before looking up at the tangle he was working on. "And looking at that, I can understand why. Yeesh. I suppose nobody ever thought these would need to be fitted for anything else?" Annoying, but it could be worked around. "Do you know if there are any schematics for the Zords? In the internal memory, maybe?"
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Billy grunted at the mess of wiring in front of him, steadily working at the big knot. His life felt a lot like that lately. Working at a big knot of a mess.
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"How long since my last date? A week, why? Are they too often?"
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"Hey."
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Hearing the sound, he pulled his head out of the Zord and peered down. Ah, Andy.
"Hey Andy," he called down from his loft, starting on the ladder. "I'm actually moving to work on the rear panel now, you're just in time."
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"Hey!"
Wow, He kinda looked like shit, to be truthful. Lash could recognize a guy who hadn't slept for a while pretty easily.
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"I see it's come along well," he observed, perking up at the scent of the coffee beans. Precious energy, come to him! "Are we grinding?"
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"Do you have a coffee machine, or should I go find one?"
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The Doctor counted it as close enough.
Actually, it was coffee-ish -- just not in the human sense. A human probably couldn’t even say the planet’s name without dissolving into a hiccupping fit. But yeah, close enough to coffee, liquid, dark colored and almost black, it at least looked like coffee even with its inexplicable smell of toffee mixed in with what a human would say smelled like cherry cough drops but what the Doctor would insist smelled like salty ocean air. That was what you got with a different olfactory sense. The tray he carried the coffe-ish drink on was battered, having probably been dropped -- and quite possibly kicked -- across the TARDIS a few too many times for its own good, the Doctor even laying out a folded handkerchief that wasn’t quite as clashing as the one he gave to Eva.
The one thing about Stacy was fleshy walls weren’t very conducive to knocking. The Doctor came up at the base of the ladder, where what he assumed was Billy’s lower body stuck out of a giant robotic unicorn.
It was rather brilliant. A unicorn!
“Billy!” the Doctor yelled up at the Power Ranger, trying to decide if he wanted to try climbing up that ladder with the tray.
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Satisfied, he was just about to move and adjust the platform over toward the cockpit's entrance when a voice yelled his name. "Coming" Billy yelled back, bracing his hands on some piping and pushing himself out. Sure, he wobbled slightly (coffee couldn't fix everything, and the last one had largely worn off) but he survived. He fell back and clung to one of the platform's anchors to the ceiling to steady himself, looking down at the Doctor with a welcoming if tired expression.
"Hey, you're just in time for the cockpit tour. I'll be down in a minute."
And he started climbing down as carefully as possible. In the end it might take him a minute and thirty-seven seconds to actually reach the bottom, but it was close enough.
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The Doctor waited patiently -- okay, mostly patiently -- at the bottom, that cup of not-coffee steaming on the tray and smelling at the very least intriguing, if not a bit odd even from a few rungs up. It tried to be the best coffee-ish drink it could possibly be. The Doctor tended to have that effect on certain lifeforms and some inanimate objects. Call it a gift, or just accidental happenstance. Or generally very inspiring.
"Try whistling into it, don't blow." The Doctor didn't give Billy a chance to politely refuse the drink, holding that tray out to him and stopping just short of poking him with it. "There's a good man."
And so many tours! The Doctor decided he had to count himself lucky, gazing up at the giant metal unicorn with that look in his eye, even as he hovered to make sure Billy enjoyed his drink.
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Approaching the... weirdly shaped vehicle, he sets down his current cargo, looking up at the section currently being worked on.
"Yo, one of the other engineers said you needed this propulsion system. Need a hand with anything else?"
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He immediately started down the ladder, ready to call this part complete. Three more to go.
"I did, thanks! I can call this one complete and start working on the other three. Don't worry---it's taking me long enough to do this that they should have plenty of time to send the other propulsion systems over."
He'd decide if he needed a hand when he got to the ground. Sometimes the combination of thinking and ladders led to hilariously painful consequences.
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"Hey, Billy!" he calls up. "I brought some tea, if ye want it."
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A hop and twist later, he landed in a crouch and walked over to his friend. "It's finally almost complete. I can hardly believe it."
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"Do ye really think that it'll be enough for all of them to work out there?"
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The sounds of moving items and working tools made her slide over and look over the edge, her long ponytails dangling and swaying down as her head peaked upside down at Billy working diligently under the wing.
"A bit more noise and you'll wake the dead love." She teased, eying what she could see of him from this angle.
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She'd been so effective at catching him unaware that he jolted upright, banging his head on a solid piece of piping. "If I didn't do it before, that will," he groaned, rubbing his head and peering up at her. "I haven't yet devised away to silence the clanging of metal, unfortunately. Maybe I should be working with feathers instead."
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She looked at the progress of the work before looking to him again curiously. "You have been taking breaks right? And fed yourself properly?" Not minding that she had brought a basket of nice meals for when he was done banging on the wing.
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