This part is actually set before the scene with the mayor, and the final version will have it in the right place.
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As Julian carried T7-01 into the ships dining area, the wall projector powered up and projected Kitbashes human-scale avatar into the room. “Put him down here,” she said, gesturing to the floor in front of her.
Grunting, Julian lowered the droid relatively gently. “Damn,” he commented, groaning and stretching. “I never really thought about how much a robot weighs.” T7’s head turned towards him, and he raised his hands. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s like carrying a grown human. There’s more meat than you expect, and not exactly many handholds.” Considering that for a moment, the droid nodded slightly.
By the door, Jules considered the severed robot leg with a raised eyebrow. “And I have to say, robot limbs are a lot more disturbing to carry around than I would have expected.” Placing it carefully on the table, she wiped her hand on her coveralls. “I mean, it’s metal, not flesh, but somehow…”
“I know exactly what you mean,” Kitbash said, kneeling down next to her brother. “It’s a person, and that’s all that matters.” Leaning in close, she studied the droids ruined leg joint. “I, um,” she said, looking slightly ill. “That’s going to be a bit more repair work than we can manage right now Tee,” she admitted, looking away from the severed wires and jagged metal that had once been a servomotor.
the droid replied, unconcerned.
Her expression slipped at that, and she bit her lip and looked away from the others. “Right. When he gets back. When,” she said again, trying to convince herself of that fact.
“The medics said the biomod had taken hold,” Julian said, looking over from where he was raiding the refrigerator. “As many problems as I have with handwavium, even I have to give that little magic trick credit. He’s going to be fine.”
“Fine?” Kitbash demanded, jumping to her feet. “That handwavium came from the pockets of the same crazy bugger that started this disaster in the first place!” she pointed out, running her hands through her hair and starting to pace across the room. “God only knows what it’s going to do to him. What if he turns into some kind of crazy robot, or another Mad that only sees people as experiments, or it screws up his memory or-”
A slender hand passed through her avatar's shoulder, and she paused, turning to see Jules giving her a sympathetic look. “He’ll still be your father, and he’ll still love you,” she said quietly. “That will never change. Anything else…” she smiled, ears twitching, “it’s Fenspace. We’ll work it out.”
T7-01 added. He tilted his head to the side and added
Kitbashes avatar relaxed slightly. Nodding, she reached up and patted Jule’s hand, as much as a hologram could anyway. “Thanks Miss Friez.”
The catgirl giggled. “Kiddo, after what you did today, I think you can call me Jules, hmm?” she teased. Wiping at her face, Kitbash smiled and nodded.
“So, if we can’t get your brother there up and running properly until your dad gets back,” Julian commented as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, “we should at least make sure he’s comfortable…” he paused, then snapped his fingers. “Creeper.” The girls and droid looked at him in obvious confusion, and he quickly continued. “A mechanics creeper, the sort we use for working under cars.”
Jules nodded, following his logic. “You know, that might work as a short term crutch,” she agreed. “It’ll at least let you move around the ship on your own,” she told T7, who chirped in eager agreement.
Quickly finishing his juice, Julian put the glass in the sink. “Benefits of living on Earth,” he commented to himself with mild envy. “I think I know where we had one that’ll fit the requirements,” he added, heading towards the door. “I’ll be back in a few.”
Watching him go, Kitbash laughed softly. “I guess that means Tee doesn’t just get to sit in front of the tv for a while,” she noted.
T7’s lights dimmed. he joked, getting a second laugh from his sister. Lacking a translator, Jules headed over to the refrigerator to fetch herself a drink.
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As Julian carried T7-01 into the ships dining area, the wall projector powered up and projected Kitbashes human-scale avatar into the room. “Put him down here,” she said, gesturing to the floor in front of her.
Grunting, Julian lowered the droid relatively gently. “Damn,” he commented, groaning and stretching. “I never really thought about how much a robot weighs.” T7’s head turned towards him, and he raised his hands. “I didn’t mean it like that. It’s like carrying a grown human. There’s more meat than you expect, and not exactly many handholds.” Considering that for a moment, the droid nodded slightly.
By the door, Jules considered the severed robot leg with a raised eyebrow. “And I have to say, robot limbs are a lot more disturbing to carry around than I would have expected.” Placing it carefully on the table, she wiped her hand on her coveralls. “I mean, it’s metal, not flesh, but somehow…”
“I know exactly what you mean,” Kitbash said, kneeling down next to her brother. “It’s a person, and that’s all that matters.” Leaning in close, she studied the droids ruined leg joint. “I, um,” she said, looking slightly ill. “That’s going to be a bit more repair work than we can manage right now Tee,” she admitted, looking away from the severed wires and jagged metal that had once been a servomotor.
the droid replied, unconcerned.
Her expression slipped at that, and she bit her lip and looked away from the others. “Right. When he gets back. When,” she said again, trying to convince herself of that fact.
“The medics said the biomod had taken hold,” Julian said, looking over from where he was raiding the refrigerator. “As many problems as I have with handwavium, even I have to give that little magic trick credit. He’s going to be fine.”
“Fine?” Kitbash demanded, jumping to her feet. “That handwavium came from the pockets of the same crazy bugger that started this disaster in the first place!” she pointed out, running her hands through her hair and starting to pace across the room. “God only knows what it’s going to do to him. What if he turns into some kind of crazy robot, or another Mad that only sees people as experiments, or it screws up his memory or-”
A slender hand passed through her avatar's shoulder, and she paused, turning to see Jules giving her a sympathetic look. “He’ll still be your father, and he’ll still love you,” she said quietly. “That will never change. Anything else…” she smiled, ears twitching, “it’s Fenspace. We’ll work it out.”
T7-01 added. He tilted his head to the side and added
Kitbashes avatar relaxed slightly. Nodding, she reached up and patted Jule’s hand, as much as a hologram could anyway. “Thanks Miss Friez.”
The catgirl giggled. “Kiddo, after what you did today, I think you can call me Jules, hmm?” she teased. Wiping at her face, Kitbash smiled and nodded.
“So, if we can’t get your brother there up and running properly until your dad gets back,” Julian commented as he poured himself a glass of orange juice, “we should at least make sure he’s comfortable…” he paused, then snapped his fingers. “Creeper.” The girls and droid looked at him in obvious confusion, and he quickly continued. “A mechanics creeper, the sort we use for working under cars.”
Jules nodded, following his logic. “You know, that might work as a short term crutch,” she agreed. “It’ll at least let you move around the ship on your own,” she told T7, who chirped in eager agreement.
Quickly finishing his juice, Julian put the glass in the sink. “Benefits of living on Earth,” he commented to himself with mild envy. “I think I know where we had one that’ll fit the requirements,” he added, heading towards the door. “I’ll be back in a few.”
Watching him go, Kitbash laughed softly. “I guess that means Tee doesn’t just get to sit in front of the tv for a while,” she noted.
T7’s lights dimmed. he joked, getting a second laugh from his sister. Lacking a translator, Jules headed over to the refrigerator to fetch herself a drink.
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