braidedwonder: (poor run with smoke lungs & scarface)
Agent 02 | Duo Maxwell ([personal profile] braidedwonder) wrote in [community profile] elnysa2018-07-09 01:06 pm

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Yo.. so with the surface not really an option right now and all, my mercenary stuff is at a hold, and since I'm such a damn busy body I figured I'd see if anyone needed anything done around here.

My name's Duo Maxwell - good at anything to do with machinery, even if it's taking apart a bunch of tiny parts in a motor and piecing it back together, all that junk. If you doubt me and wanna see my handiwork, check out the huge black Gundam with the bat wings in the hangar. All of that is mine to fix and maintain.

I can do piloting / mech lessons as well if that's more your jam.

Also not a doctor but pretty good at field dressing, etc and definitely not squeamish if any of you doctor / healing types need a hand.

Not opposed to fetch missions either if you're feeling lazy and want a delivery boy.

Basically : Anything you need, hit me up.

Looking to keep my hands busy until we've got a bit more of an idea what's going on / mobility in general.

quintessent: (My heart is a weapon of war)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-07-11 06:53 pm (UTC)(link)
[Despite her frustration with the system (which she’s been trying to fix for the last hour), she can’t help the tug of a small smile at his request.]

I suppose it’s only fair, since you’re coming to help.

[There is something nostalgic about zero gravity. Frustrating as it is, ship malfunctions like these are comforting in their familiarity, unlike cultists and dragons and storms that bend time and space. For once it’s nice to have a problem that seems so… normal.

She gives him her location—her room deep in one of the wings of the ship where refugees were housed before ending the call with a thank you. By the time he arrives, she’s busy with securing the modest amount of belongings she has, collecting pieces of her paladin armor that escaped from storage when the gravity turned off.
]
quintessent: (or worse just a man?)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-07-12 11:10 pm (UTC)(link)
[There's a muffled Come in! and when Duo opens the door, Allura is a floating near the ceiling, paladin helmet cradled in one arm, while a pauldron floats just an inch out of her reach, jostled by the subtle change in gravity when the doors open.]

Ah— [She watches the piece of armor float uselessly to the other side of the room, before turning towards the door,] Duo. Thank you for coming so quickly.

[Using one hand to keep herself tethered near a wall, she gives Duo a friendly wave from up high.]
quintessent: (There is no such thing as justice)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-07-17 12:58 am (UTC)(link)
[Lightly,] Things have been worse, [Doesn't mean it's not a problem that needs to be solved, she's a little bit too serious in that way. But similar to Duo, Allura moves in the zero gravity with the grace of someone whose spent plenty of time in it, easily using bits and pieces of the room as handholds and pushing off spots to gently guide herself to catch the armor properly this time,]

It's over here, [Her trajectory lands her near the floor, and she gently pushes back off again, finally catching herself with a free hand near a panel by the door. Carefully cradling the pieces of armor in the crook of her elbow, she uses her finger to poke at the display, pulling up the settings,] It's over here. I've reset it at least half a dozen times, but it keeps switching back off.
quintessent: (Through blood and name)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-07-17 09:06 pm (UTC)(link)
[For some members of royalty, their title is paramount to anything else about them, while others are flattered to be treated on a first-name basis. Allura lands square in the middle of these two, preferring neither one nor the other, and she shows no indication that she minds being treated so informally. (Were it a formal meeting between dignitaries, that would be different, but there’s nothing formal about engineering repair.)

She shakes her head,
] That was my next step, [Even though she’s quite certain she would have zero idea what to do once in the guts of the system. She had passing knowledge of the inner workings of her own ship, but the Natha’s? A smile, as his bag of tools comes to rest on the wall beside them,] Luckily, Your message on the network came on at the perfect time.

[He actually looks like he knows what he's doing. She hopes.]
quintessent: (Well I know that you'll understand)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-07-22 02:11 am (UTC)(link)
Well, if you can't fix it, I might have to get used to sleeping in zero gravity.

[The orbiters seem like they have a lot on their plate to come fix simple mechanical issues in a single refugee's room.

While Duo gets started, Allura intended to go stow the rest of her armor away, but instead she lingers (literally hovering behind him) as she watches him work, trying to somehow glean anything of what he's doing.
]

Most of the repair work on my ship was handled by Coran—our flightmaster. Or Pidge, one of the paladins.

[And after that there was Hunk and... she fell pretty low on the list of people to turn to for mechanical maintenance.]
quintessent: (and what can I sell?)

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-07-24 11:46 pm (UTC)(link)
[She laughs,] If I'm being honest, I think the ship's mice appear on the list before me.

[It's not as self deprecating as it might sound. Just as one would not go to the mechanic for matters of delicate intergalactic diplomacy, the princess is not the first, nor the second, third, or fourth person you would go to for mechanical know-how. (Plus the mice have the advantage of size).

It doesn't mean she didn't have an interest in learning, though. She watches as he jimmies the panel open, exposing the wires within.
]

Do you see what the problem could be?
quintessent: (As tides bring them down)

Sorry I died for a few days!

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-07-29 02:46 am (UTC)(link)
[She bends to the side, trying to get a good look at what he's rooting around for (and the movement tilting her enough so that she's now floating at an angle). The frayed wire is produced and Allura's eyes widen,]

Incredible, that something so small could cause such a big problem. [It made her appreciate all of the expertise that went into making her ship from back home.]

Will it be easy to fix?
quintessent: (In defense of our dreams)

:o! Same! Good luck with getting everything ready in time!

[personal profile] quintessent 2018-07-31 01:06 am (UTC)(link)
[She's nodding, trying her best to commit at least parts of this to memory. There's no shame on relying on friends for assistance, but she tries not to be helpless when she can.

He pulls out the tape and she's just about to comment on how simple a solution when he next mentions being shocked, and her eyes go wide with concern. She reaches out, hand on his shoulder,
] Please don't get yourself hurt—

[On second thought, maybe she's making it more likely that he'll shock himself, by being a distraction, and she withdraws her hand just as quickly, not quite sure what to do with herself to be the most helpful.] If you need additional equipment to do this safely, do not rush for my sake.