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Billy Cranston ([personal profile] morphitudinous) wrote in [community profile] trans_92011-04-21 03:05 pm

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.

[identity profile] re-engineer.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 12:29 am (UTC)(link)
Angie was lacking coffee, but she did come with the know-how and a lot of ability in making things work that logically shouldn't. It helped that her powers were the mechanical equivalent of a Green Lantern ring.

She landed next to the Zord, shaking her head before crouching down. "Hey, Billy! Need any help up there?"

[identity profile] re-engineer.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 02:08 am (UTC)(link)
Well, she wasn't the type to turn down an invitation like that. Angie stepped up onto the platform, looking him over for a moment.

"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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[identity profile] potentialmonkey.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 03:07 am (UTC)(link)
"Hey dude! How long has it been since you last ate?" Ron called up to the Blue Ranger, while carrying a tray of food in his hands.

[identity profile] potentialmonkey.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 03:42 am (UTC)(link)
Ron's eyes boggled a bit. "...what? No. How long has it been since you had food?"

[identity profile] andyallgrownup.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 05:59 am (UTC)(link)
Andy smiled as he made it to the hanger, seeing Billy working on his zord. He moved over to it. Hopefully he'd be able to at least be some decent help here...

"Hey."

[identity profile] andyallgrownup.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 11:52 pm (UTC)(link)
Andy grinned at that, moving closer to where Billy was. "Alright then. Just let me know what you need me to do!"
thewunderkind: (Coffee mixing)

[personal profile] thewunderkind 2011-04-22 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
And there was Lash with the promised brew beans in hand and some sort of grinder she had been trying to build herself that looked plenty dangerous and loud.

"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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[personal profile] thewunderkind 2011-04-22 11:38 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah!" She showed him the open grinder that had all sorts of tiny blades inside. Carefully, she put in one bean and the thing sprang to life, sounding more like it was cutting up someone's arm, but at the end, tiny coffee powder. "It works! It works! I mean uh...it works." Two beans later, they now had enough of the powder to make proper coffee.

"Do you have a coffee machine, or should I go find one?"

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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-04-22 12:09 pm (UTC)(link)
It might be a long stretch to call what he made "coffee". It wasn't even vaguely tea-like, unless you count anything liquid as close enough.

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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[personal profile] makeherblue 2011-04-24 02:06 am (UTC)(link)
Try a minute and thirty-six seconds too long but who's counting?

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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[identity profile] j-y-d.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 07:24 pm (UTC)(link)
For the most part, with all of the running around and refitting going on, Chase has been leaving a lot of work to the senior engineers while he just does some of the heavy lifting. Moving engines, missiles and rocket arrays by hand to save people the time of needing to load and unload them off of work vehicles, or taking a small crew to move some of the heavier pieces.

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?"

[identity profile] j-y-d.livejournal.com 2011-04-22 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
He waits til Billy is down the ladder, eyeing the completed vehicle. "Yeah, looks like these things might take a bit of doing. If this one's done, I can save your crews some time and haul the bits over. Takes a lot less time that way. That ought to give you some time to figure out if there's anything you can use another set of hands on."

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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-04-22 08:19 pm (UTC)(link)
Eventually, Jamie is able to make his way down to the hangar to help, as promised, and while it's true he doesn't have any coffee, he does have a small thermos that's he's scrounged from the TARDIS with him, along with his tools. He's not sure if Billy still needs the help or not, but if he does, Jamie will do what he can.

"Hey, Billy!" he calls up. "I brought some tea, if ye want it."
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[personal profile] bonnypiperlad 2011-04-23 09:12 am (UTC)(link)
"Aye," Jamie replies, looking up at the Tigerzord. He feels much the same. It seems more than a wee bit strange to think they'll be able to do battle in them out in the vast stretches of space. He hands the thermos over to Billy absently, his eyes fixed on the mecha.

"Do ye really think that it'll be enough for all of them to work out there?"

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[identity profile] ronnae.livejournal.com 2011-04-23 06:13 pm (UTC)(link)
Ronnae had sneaked onto the Zord while Billy worked, having taken the top area of said wing as a place to relax and read her current book on one of the many world's tech. She had promised herself she wouldn't distract her boyfriend and so far she had been a good girl about it.

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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Ronnae giggled, even with the look of concern on her features. "And a padded workplace it seems." She mused.

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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