[centre][h2][colour=008000][u]Gerad[/u][/colour][/h2][/centre]

[colour=008000][I]”Vairyo, A O/A Hom Va Ya Ray/Vairyo, A Ray/Jerhume Brunnen G[/I]”[/colour] Tinkering with the blasted lift engine, Gerad inflicted move bodily harm to the machine as he cannibalized parts from its cross-hull counterpart; normally such a thing would have seriously upset him on a professional level, but it’s not like they were going to be taking the [I]Chimera[/I] with them when they left.

While he worked, he tapped back into the weapons systems and did a bit more tinkering with the main gun’s OS. What he’d uploaded was still not great for what it was trying to do, but he made a few tweaks and cut out a couple of features to try and simplify the process, leaving the computer to run an update while he fiddled with the mechanical bits.
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All-in-all, it was a success. The repair worked, to a point, and the gun was stabilized to reduce the risk of killing the driver/anyone near it. Before him was a small collection of odds and ends he’d stripped out of the tank, and after peering over them he had an idea; a rather [I]loud[/I] part of his brain said it was a bad idea because of Ducaelia’s seeming ‘instability’…but given her stealth capabilities and short range combat style, she was the logical choice. His armour had finished its self-repair cycle not long ago and stood amid the corroded remains of the technical that the nanites had scavenged for raw materials.

Now he went over and triggered the reload sequence for the PRP, catching the partially used capacitor as it was ejected. As he set to work on his idea, combining the capacitor, some tank parts and a few small nano-forge components, he heard Ducaelia call out for him. [colour=008000]” ’ang on clankie.”[/colour] He called out. [colour=008000]”Gotta banger f’r ya, jus’ need t’ kit it up, an’ get m’ clank suit runnin’.”[/colour] Shortly after, he finished his little project and clambered back into his armour, slotting his tools and the loot he’d picked up, into the drop pod Silas had called down. That sorted, he headed for the smaller vandrell.

[colour=008000]”Oi clankie,”[/colour] He said as he got over to her. [colour=008000]”Le’s crack th’ case an’ ‘ave a look!”[/colour] As he spoke, his armour mounted combi-cutter un-limber and swing into a ‘ready’ state; however, before Ducaelia could really react, the combi retracted once more and Gerad let out a short ‘chuffing’ laugh. [colour=008000]”Jus’ pokin’ ya, c’mon.”[/colour] Her size, relative to his, made picking her up a tad awkward, but especially in his armour, her weight was no issue. Bringing Ducaelia over, he propped her against the side of the tank, while he had a look at her servo.

[colour=008000]” ‘s no bad.”[/colour] He said after a moment, bringing his smaller tool equipped, secondary hands into play. [colour=008000]”Got a bit ‘a scoring on th’ socket an’ a slight burr, but ah c’n clean tha’ up sharpish.”[/colour] With his left secondary hand on her hip, he watched though his helmet feed as a series of nano-scanners fed data to him from inside the joint. With his right, he brought a set of microscopic set of grinders and polishers that he then used to smooth the damaged parts. In short order he was done and stepped back. [colour=008000]”All riky-tik, an’ like I said;”[/colour] He added, pulling out the capacitor, which now had a small metal plate on one side, a power supply and some other odds and sods attached to it. [colour=008000]”Got a banger f’r ya.”[/colour]

[colour=008000]”Sucker Charge,”[/colour] He said as he handed it over, pointing to a single use switch on the side. [colour=008000]”Hit tha’ an’ th’ mag plate goes ‘ot an’ ‘ll stick t’ most metals; but do it sharpish as it’ll pop about 30 sec after y’ push it…I’m sure y’ c’n find a proper spot t’ use it.”[/colour] 

With all that done, he comm’d Sven. [colour=008000]”Hey clanker, got th’ tank patched. Lifte’ works but ‘ad t’ nick bits from its twin, so ‘s no wha’ she once was…but better th’n ‘fore; an’ did a prop fix on th’ big burner. May still over-load, bu now’ll jus’ skrag the turret an’ no’ th’ ‘hole unit.”[/colour]