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trans_92011-04-21 03:05 pm
morphitudinous) wrote in trans_92011-04-21 03:05 pm
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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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"Best way to wake up?" not really waiting for an answer she nods to her own question. "I couldn't help it. You looked so peaceful, and then I laid on your chest, and you know what happens when I do." Her voice slow and drowsy but cheery and sweet.
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He clutched her tight, laughing softly. "We both know how lackluster my lullabies are, so it's lucky for us that my heart's an acceptable substitute." His finger tweaked her nose. "Usually puts you to sleep for a while...actually..."
Uh oh. Here comes the realization.
"How long was I out?"
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"I'll help you out and you know it" She smiled.
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"Four hours?" he moaned, dismayed. That was quite a bit of lost time to catch up on. He took one look at her and did his best to relax, brushing a ponytail over her shoulder.
"All right. If we're working together, we might be able to catch up twice as quickly." He slowly forced himself up on his hands, then his knees, then upright. They would finish this somehow, and then...perhaps some relaxation time was in order. AFTER they were done.
There was no one he'd rather work with, he smiled, extending a hand to her.
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