Bruce said in reply to Absalom's expositions Speaking of repair, whatever happened to that mute girl, with the giant wrench?" He then says,"Because obviously someone needs to do the repairing".
We Said, We're Gonna Pilot 'Em! Gurren Lagann RP (Started, Open)
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That "mute girl with the giant wrench", as Bruce so succinctly called her, happened to be worming her way through the inner workings of the newly captured battleship. Yumi grimaced as another splatter of engine grease plopped onto her head, but a visual inspection was really the only way to assess the damages Dai-Gunkaji had received; Beastmen might make for little more than cannon fodder on the battlefield, but they were at least smart enough to put a password in most of their systems.
At least Yumi wasn't working alone. Though there was only a few of them, Dokkanai's mechanics proved to be surprisingly capable when it came to repairing and studying Gunmen, even one on such a massive scale. And, much like their silent companion, they were pretty damn eager to figure out how their latest toy worked.
"I mean, I've never even seen hydraulics this big before! Benny, come'n take a look at this this; it looks like it could punch a hole right through Revy's ego!"
"Holy... This thing powers the leg? They need that much power to move one leg? What kind of monster is this thing?"
"I know, right?! Once Dutch's done rewiring, we gotta get him down here; he'd love this!"
Sadly, being good at their jobs did little to counteract their... excitable personalities. Yumi did her best to ignore the fanboy squeals that echoed around the enclosed space, as she inched her way past a cog several times larger than herself. This was the first time she'd been able to examine a Dai-Gun with such intimacy, but the layout was actually pretty familiar. It was like they had taken a regular Gunmen and made it a hundred times larger, including its various gears and internal parts. If that remained true for the rest of the ship, then repairs hopefully shouldn't take too long.
*GRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH*
The floor beneath Yumi suddenly, and alarmingly, to groan. The resulting echoes nearly deafened the grease-stained woman, and yet still failed to drown out the incessant prattle of her companions. "Gah! What the hell did you do man?!"
"What do you mean what'd I do? You were the one messing with the actuator!"
"Hey, don't you go pointing fingers at me; I think we both know who broke the.."
The rest of the back and forth was mercifully drowned out by the ear-piercing shriek of ripping metal. Unfortunately, the sound was accompanied by the ground, quite literally, dropping out from beneath Yumi. A couple tons of various metallic bits and pieces, as well as Yumi herself, began to hurtle downwards; it was only thanks to a bit of luck that the mechanic managed to latch onto a nearby cable, watching in shock as the debris plummeted downwards.
Looking around, Yumi found that she was dangling from the Dai-Gun's knee joint, a good thirty feet above the rocky ground. While most of her was, predictably, concerned with the fact that the only thing standing between her and, at best, a pair of broken legs, a small part of Yumi's mind appreciated the opportunity to inspect the battleship from her current perspective. Namely the series of gaping holes that had been punched into its leg, feet, and other joints.
[hr]
"So yeah, so it looks like repairs are going to take a couple of weeks. Minimum."
The male members of the grease-stained trio winced as their report received a hail of groans in response; Yumi retained her disinterested expression, as she reclined against a nearby wall.
"Yeah, we're disappointed to, but cut us some slack! If we do this wrong, we could end up damaging the Gunman even further." The mechanic nervously adjusted a pair of worn and ragged goggles slung around his neck, as he continued to speak. "We only just got this, we don't want to break it right off the bat!"
Pachoun grimaced as his men tried to explain themselves, their words quickly descending into incomprehensible spurts of techno-babble and jargon. "Alright, Benny, Rock, listen up. You've got a week to get this thing back up and running, got it?"
"But boss, that's going to take"
"And you also need to finish repairing the other Gunmen."
"What!?"
Protests and demands were tossed back and forth, voices filled with outrage and annoyance dominating the exchange. It looked like things were about to come to blows, when a purple haired woman burst through the hanger doorway, a pair of bright red toolboxes clutched in her hands and rage burning in her crimson eyes. "Will you all," she grunted through clenched teeth, as she hurled the metal containers towards the pair of mechanics and Pachoun, "shut the hell up!"
The twin projectiles met their respective marks, and the arguing parties went down in a heap of limbs, tools, and muttered exclamations.
"Now if you're all done being morons," the woman paused for a moment, her furious expression having already dissolved into a cocky smirk, a mischievous twinkle glimmering in her eyes, "I've got some news that you're gonna want to hear."
[hr]
The party soon found themselves scrunched into the Dai-Gun's bridge. Though the command center had taken quite a bit of damage, it seemed that a few of the various displays and monitors were still functioning, and it was towards one of the larger ones that the purple haired woman was pointing. "Now, why don't you all take a look at that, and tell me what you see."
The majority of the screen was taken up by a highly simplified map, one that had to span hundreds of miles if the scale was at all accurate. Scattered across the vast field of pixels was an array of shapes and symbols. Hundreds, if not thousands of tiny dots huddled together in clumps around a few dozen, larger arrows, each about half an inch tall. Finally, a massive circle was set in the center of the screen, with the arrows and dots spread out in a roughly circular pattern around it.
The group stood silent for a few moments, before one of the engineers spoke up. "Um, Revy, I'm not really getting what we're supposed to be seeing here."
It seemed that the woman's already massive grin stretched even further, as she slammed a finger against the screen. "Alright, then here's a hint for you. This," she continued, indicating one of the arrows, which blinked every few seconds, "is our current location. So, what do you think the rest of those arrows are?"
At least Yumi wasn't working alone. Though there was only a few of them, Dokkanai's mechanics proved to be surprisingly capable when it came to repairing and studying Gunmen, even one on such a massive scale. And, much like their silent companion, they were pretty damn eager to figure out how their latest toy worked.
"I mean, I've never even seen hydraulics this big before! Benny, come'n take a look at this this; it looks like it could punch a hole right through Revy's ego!"
"Holy... This thing powers the leg? They need that much power to move one leg? What kind of monster is this thing?"
"I know, right?! Once Dutch's done rewiring, we gotta get him down here; he'd love this!"
Sadly, being good at their jobs did little to counteract their... excitable personalities. Yumi did her best to ignore the fanboy squeals that echoed around the enclosed space, as she inched her way past a cog several times larger than herself. This was the first time she'd been able to examine a Dai-Gun with such intimacy, but the layout was actually pretty familiar. It was like they had taken a regular Gunmen and made it a hundred times larger, including its various gears and internal parts. If that remained true for the rest of the ship, then repairs hopefully shouldn't take too long.
*GRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHH*
The floor beneath Yumi suddenly, and alarmingly, to groan. The resulting echoes nearly deafened the grease-stained woman, and yet still failed to drown out the incessant prattle of her companions. "Gah! What the hell did you do man?!"
"What do you mean what'd I do? You were the one messing with the actuator!"
"Hey, don't you go pointing fingers at me; I think we both know who broke the.."
The rest of the back and forth was mercifully drowned out by the ear-piercing shriek of ripping metal. Unfortunately, the sound was accompanied by the ground, quite literally, dropping out from beneath Yumi. A couple tons of various metallic bits and pieces, as well as Yumi herself, began to hurtle downwards; it was only thanks to a bit of luck that the mechanic managed to latch onto a nearby cable, watching in shock as the debris plummeted downwards.
Looking around, Yumi found that she was dangling from the Dai-Gun's knee joint, a good thirty feet above the rocky ground. While most of her was, predictably, concerned with the fact that the only thing standing between her and, at best, a pair of broken legs, a small part of Yumi's mind appreciated the opportunity to inspect the battleship from her current perspective. Namely the series of gaping holes that had been punched into its leg, feet, and other joints.
[hr]
"So yeah, so it looks like repairs are going to take a couple of weeks. Minimum."
The male members of the grease-stained trio winced as their report received a hail of groans in response; Yumi retained her disinterested expression, as she reclined against a nearby wall.
"Yeah, we're disappointed to, but cut us some slack! If we do this wrong, we could end up damaging the Gunman even further." The mechanic nervously adjusted a pair of worn and ragged goggles slung around his neck, as he continued to speak. "We only just got this, we don't want to break it right off the bat!"
Pachoun grimaced as his men tried to explain themselves, their words quickly descending into incomprehensible spurts of techno-babble and jargon. "Alright, Benny, Rock, listen up. You've got a week to get this thing back up and running, got it?"
"But boss, that's going to take"
"And you also need to finish repairing the other Gunmen."
"What!?"
Protests and demands were tossed back and forth, voices filled with outrage and annoyance dominating the exchange. It looked like things were about to come to blows, when a purple haired woman burst through the hanger doorway, a pair of bright red toolboxes clutched in her hands and rage burning in her crimson eyes. "Will you all," she grunted through clenched teeth, as she hurled the metal containers towards the pair of mechanics and Pachoun, "shut the hell up!"
The twin projectiles met their respective marks, and the arguing parties went down in a heap of limbs, tools, and muttered exclamations.
"Now if you're all done being morons," the woman paused for a moment, her furious expression having already dissolved into a cocky smirk, a mischievous twinkle glimmering in her eyes, "I've got some news that you're gonna want to hear."
[hr]
The party soon found themselves scrunched into the Dai-Gun's bridge. Though the command center had taken quite a bit of damage, it seemed that a few of the various displays and monitors were still functioning, and it was towards one of the larger ones that the purple haired woman was pointing. "Now, why don't you all take a look at that, and tell me what you see."
The majority of the screen was taken up by a highly simplified map, one that had to span hundreds of miles if the scale was at all accurate. Scattered across the vast field of pixels was an array of shapes and symbols. Hundreds, if not thousands of tiny dots huddled together in clumps around a few dozen, larger arrows, each about half an inch tall. Finally, a massive circle was set in the center of the screen, with the arrows and dots spread out in a roughly circular pattern around it.
The group stood silent for a few moments, before one of the engineers spoke up. "Um, Revy, I'm not really getting what we're supposed to be seeing here."
It seemed that the woman's already massive grin stretched even further, as she slammed a finger against the screen. "Alright, then here's a hint for you. This," she continued, indicating one of the arrows, which blinked every few seconds, "is our current location. So, what do you think the rest of those arrows are?"
"I knew it. It seems they are going with shock and awe tactics, hoping to defeat us outright and delver a warning to anyone else who would dare attempt to copy us. If we stay as we are, chances are good they will succeed."
Absalom looked around the room and grinned
"so, who's up for a nigh-suicidal diversionary tactic?"
Absalom looked around the room and grinned
"so, who's up for a nigh-suicidal diversionary tactic?"
Bruce Interjects a few things into the beginning of the conversation.
Bruce volunteers for Absalom's tactic saying, a little too excitedly, " I don't know about that third word, But I'm always up for a challenge" He then calmed a bit and continued, with his attention affixed on Absalom. " Speaking of which, I believe I have thought of a brilliant method Of deployment for that tiny gunman of yours, and was wondering if you'd be willing to hear it out."
Bruce volunteers for Absalom's tactic saying, a little too excitedly, " I don't know about that third word, But I'm always up for a challenge" He then calmed a bit and continued, with his attention affixed on Absalom. " Speaking of which, I believe I have thought of a brilliant method Of deployment for that tiny gunman of yours, and was wondering if you'd be willing to hear it out."
"so, who's up for a nigh-suicidal diversionary tactic?"
"What-do-ya-mean-suicidal?" Layla rattled off from inside her Gunman, as she still hadn't left the safety of it, even inside the Dai-Gunkajji.
"Whay-would-it-even-be-suicidal-in-the-first-place? Beastmen-can't-hold-their-own-against-us-they're-too-complacent. This-guy-was-just-a-fluke-nothing-else. And-speaking-of-going-out-again-think-I-can-get-reloaded-up-here-or-not?" She lifted her depleted arms and pointed at them both and also at her shoulders, where her missiles were almost completely gone.
"What-do-ya-mean-suicidal?" Layla rattled off from inside her Gunman, as she still hadn't left the safety of it, even inside the Dai-Gunkajji.
"Whay-would-it-even-be-suicidal-in-the-first-place? Beastmen-can't-hold-their-own-against-us-they're-too-complacent. This-guy-was-just-a-fluke-nothing-else. And-speaking-of-going-out-again-think-I-can-get-reloaded-up-here-or-not?" She lifted her depleted arms and pointed at them both and also at her shoulders, where her missiles were almost completely gone.
Connor stayed silent while the others started to put together their completely pointless plan of attack. He would have preferred to be helping with getting this hulking mess moving again, and had even managed to get his tools to do so, but he'd been dragged along by this purple haired weirdo instead. He didn't know why. Her point had been lost on all of them anyway. It was a radar or something. Probably not very advanced technology as far as Gunman enhancements go, but a serious upgrade from the nothingness that they'd all been navigating with thus far.
The point didn't really matter to Connor either, in truth. What really interested him was that big dot in the middle. It would have been easy to assume it was just to point to the middle, but if that was the case why would it be so big? Answer: It was a Gunman, multiple times larger than the Dai-Gunkaji they had just won. That would be amazing. This huge thing was already large enough to contain all of them plus supplies and Gunmen, so that dot must have represented a Gunman for hundreds or thousands of people... There was no way they'd be able to take something like that yet though.
"The rest of those shapes are Gunmen, but no-one ever said the ones closest to our arrow were enemies. They might be the Gurren Brigade, or some other guys trying to do what we're doing. Even if they are enemies, they're not heading for us. We should spend more time fixing stuff before we go running off into fights again. Especially if they're suicide missions." He emphasised his last sentence in no uncertain manner; these people shouldn't be so eager to run into fights they don't intend to come back from.
The point didn't really matter to Connor either, in truth. What really interested him was that big dot in the middle. It would have been easy to assume it was just to point to the middle, but if that was the case why would it be so big? Answer: It was a Gunman, multiple times larger than the Dai-Gunkaji they had just won. That would be amazing. This huge thing was already large enough to contain all of them plus supplies and Gunmen, so that dot must have represented a Gunman for hundreds or thousands of people... There was no way they'd be able to take something like that yet though.
"The rest of those shapes are Gunmen, but no-one ever said the ones closest to our arrow were enemies. They might be the Gurren Brigade, or some other guys trying to do what we're doing. Even if they are enemies, they're not heading for us. We should spend more time fixing stuff before we go running off into fights again. Especially if they're suicide missions." He emphasised his last sentence in no uncertain manner; these people shouldn't be so eager to run into fights they don't intend to come back from.
" Speaking of which, I believe I have thought of a brilliant method Of deployment for that tiny gunman of yours, and was wondering if you'd be willing to hear it out."
"gladly. all i could think of was charge in to slow them down. regardless of strength, there are a lot of them. What would you have Adili do against the incoming horde Bruce?"
"gladly. all i could think of was charge in to slow them down. regardless of strength, there are a lot of them. What would you have Adili do against the incoming horde Bruce?"
Bruce responds to Absalom's reply. He says the Words" Well, your gunman couldn't be much more than an eighth the size of Fist, And, assuming we can find a way to secure you into the seat of your cockpit, You could, hypothetically withstand sudden and rapid air travel" He then, more bluntly says "If there is a fight, I could throw you to where you want to go." He then explains " That could mean that either your deployment would be your first strike, or you could be behind the enemy when it starts"
He pauses and raises an addendum, " Of course, We're going to have to figure out if and when there will be a battle."
Bruce looks at the radar.
He pauses and raises an addendum, " Of course, We're going to have to figure out if and when there will be a battle."
Bruce looks at the radar.