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crux_fleet2014-04-24 05:44 pm
shitflashpointsays) wrote in crux_fleet2014-04-24 05:44 pm
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[BACKDATED] Bad Science for good booze
Who: Shockwave and Flashpoint
Where: An engineering lab on loan from the fleet
When: Shortly after this, so backdated A LOT.
Warnings: .5 explosions per hour. And maybe Flashpoint's mouth.
Flashpoint has excellent priorities. That's why she wants to develop engex, or at least the equivalent thereof. What is there in this place that hasn't made her want a good drink? Shockwave on the other hand, has slightly better sense. He wants to improve the current synthetic energon as well as provide some of the recreational variety that Flashpoint's interested in.
Turns out the senator has some pull with the fleet higher ups, getting them this lab and some equipment for their use. The techs said it wasn't fancy stuff, fairly standard, but what does she know? Shockwave is the sciencey know-how that's making this happen, Flashpoint is just the muscle that's unloading all this stuff and playing mildly clueless lab assistant/taste tester. Hopefully there's no tank purging in her future. And not too many explosions, they might have to give this lab back in one piece when their done.
She hip checks the access panel just enough to get the door to slide open, arms full of the last load of supplies. "'Ello?" she calls out, trying to see around the large crate and wondering if Shockwave's arrived yet. "So, uh, how fragile is fragile?" Because she maybe have winged a door frame or two with this crate, oops.
Where: An engineering lab on loan from the fleet
When: Shortly after this, so backdated A LOT.
Warnings: .5 explosions per hour. And maybe Flashpoint's mouth.
Flashpoint has excellent priorities. That's why she wants to develop engex, or at least the equivalent thereof. What is there in this place that hasn't made her want a good drink? Shockwave on the other hand, has slightly better sense. He wants to improve the current synthetic energon as well as provide some of the recreational variety that Flashpoint's interested in.
Turns out the senator has some pull with the fleet higher ups, getting them this lab and some equipment for their use. The techs said it wasn't fancy stuff, fairly standard, but what does she know? Shockwave is the sciencey know-how that's making this happen, Flashpoint is just the muscle that's unloading all this stuff and playing mildly clueless lab assistant/taste tester. Hopefully there's no tank purging in her future. And not too many explosions, they might have to give this lab back in one piece when their done.
She hip checks the access panel just enough to get the door to slide open, arms full of the last load of supplies. "'Ello?" she calls out, trying to see around the large crate and wondering if Shockwave's arrived yet. "So, uh, how fragile is fragile?" Because she maybe have winged a door frame or two with this crate, oops.